#pain

Jewelry, to me, is a pain in the derriere, because you have to be watching it all the time. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#jewelry #me #pain #time #watching

The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions. ↗

— Paul Klee

#compositions #expression #forms #further #life

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen. ↗

— Paul Klee

#painter #seen #sees #should #will

We know enough to stand here in truth - facing pain, cry and suffering of those who were murdered here. Face to face with the victims' families who are here today. Before the judgment of our own conscience. ↗

— Aleksander Kwasniewski

#conscience #cry #enough #face #facing

Gout produces calculus in the kidney... the patient has frequently to entertain the painful speculation as to whether gout or stone be the worst disease. Sometimes the stone, on passing, kills the patient, without waiting for the gout. ↗

— Thomas Sydenham

#disease #entertain #frequently #gout #kidney

We are so fortunate, as Australians, to have among us the oldest continuing cultures in human history. Cultures that link our nation with deepest antiquity. We have Aboriginal rock art in the Kimberley that is as ancient as the great Palaeolithic cave paintings at Altamira and Lascaux in Europe. ↗

— Kevin Rudd

#among #ancient #antiquity #art #australians

Men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage - they've experienced pain and bought jewelry. ↗

— Rita Rudner

#better #bought #ear #experienced #jewelry

I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry. ↗

— Rita Rudner

#bought #ear #experienced #i #i think

We know the pain the president has caused our society and his family and his friends, but we know, too, how much the president has done for this country. ↗

— Charles Ruff

#country #done #family #friends #his

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment