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There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind read more
There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite read more
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
