#pain

You never know the hurt others endure in this world behind the closed windows of their life, or the joy a simple act of kindness can bring. ↗

— Jennifer Skiff

#joy #kindness #love #pain #inspirational

What can we do without pain in front of happiness? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#love #pain #life

As if one's capacity for pain had anything to do with life's apportionment of agonies, Mr. Kimmelbrod thought. Such idiocy. ↗

— Ayelet Waldman

#pain #sadness #life

If we assume life is a sum of moments then we are able to take integral of love.The lower limit is the moment you fallin love and the upper limit is infinity,if we proceed this integral the answer is nothing but pain. ↗

— Anil Kaya

#pain-integral #life

This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#fortune #gypsy #karma #pain #tarot

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity. ↗

— Graham Greene

#pain #end

You never have to suffer because of, or be denatured by, another person, even someone you love. ↗

— Rossana Condoleo

#divorce #divorcing #love-pain #love-sadness #marriage

Realize that the tests you endure will mold your character, persona, and will. The more heartbreak and pain you will feel with your trials in life, the greater your joy and glory will be once you've overcome. Not IF, not POSSIBLY, not MAYBE, but ONCE you have overcome. ↗

— J. Junior Reynolds II

#glory #heartbreak #joy #life #life-lessons

وحده الألم غدا واقعاَ، يشهد أنّ ما وقع قد حدث حقّاَ ↗

— أحلام مستغانمي

#love #pain #life

Das wirkliche Leben, meint er, sei ja so anders... Jedenfalls das seine, denkt er: da erkennt man keinen klaren Ablauf und keinen roten Faden, da zerrinnt es einfach, ohne Abschnitt und ohne Tat, die Leidenschaft zerrinnt in eine Stimmung, und auch die Entschlüsse sind wie Sand, der leise durch die Finger rinnt, immer wieder nimmt man eine neue Handvoll, und wenn man sie aufmacht, ist wieder nichts darin geblieben, man ist verzweifelt, und auch das zerrinnt, wie die Hoffnung und der Jubel und der Schmerz und alles, wie das ganze Leben. ↗

— Max Frisch

#life #pain #schmerz #life