Racism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might..

On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar..

In your heart must well that sympathy which soothes away all pains from the hearts of others..

There are two extremes to avoid: being completely absorbed in your pain and being distracted by so many things that you stay far away from the wound ….

Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death..

Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum..

All our suffering is associated with this pre-occupation. All loss and gain, pleasure and pain arise because we identify so closely with this vague f….

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the ….

Virtue is not a mushroom, that springeth up of itself in one night when we are asleep, or regard it not; but a delicate plant, that groweth slowly an….

All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be ….

We define boredom as the pain a person feels when he's doing nothing or something irrelevant, instead of something he wants to do but won't, can't, o….

Galen , in the third section of his book, "The Use of the Limbs," says correctly that it would be in vain to expect to see living beings formed of th….

There was no doubt now in Ender's mind. There was no help for him. Whatever he faced, now and forever, no one would save him from it. Peter might be ….

Don't be concerned about being disloyal to your pain by being joyous..

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a last….

Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt..

He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left him. He no longer fe….

I was taught that pain is bad..

No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy..

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her..

Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would….