#pain

Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness ↗

— Jocelyn Murray

#greatness #loss #love #pain #soul

You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoked, the 'lord of terrible aspect,' is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not the cold philanthropy of conscientious magistrate, nor the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but the consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist’s love for his work and despotic as a man’s love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father’s love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#love #pain #love

I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other. ↗

— Lisa Renee Jones

#broken #love #pain #love

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#grief #loss #love #pain #spirituality

But there was nothing but the cold, hard truth that loving someone and being loved back was only the beginning, not the end, of all the pain. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#pain #love

...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #mask #pain #love

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #memories #pain #love

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever. ↗

— Louise Doughty

#pain #sad #sorrow #love

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing. ↗

— Marilena Mexi

#pain #love

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#falsehood #fury #pain #love