Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

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.

Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, read more

Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.

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.

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and read more

The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and yet unseen,
takes the water out of the steam.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light read more

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things.