Pain and Despair

That which does not kill me makes me stronger.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain.

Wearing all that weight

 

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior .

 

Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.

No stranger can get a great many notes of torture out of a human soul; it takes one that knows it well,—parent, child, brother, sister, intimate.

Talent is often to be envied, and genius very commonly to be pitied. It stands twice the chance of the other of dying in a hospital, in jail, in debt, in bad repute.

In despair there are the most intense enjoyments, especially when one is very acutely conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.

Beauty more than bitterness / Makes the heart break.

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.

Why love if losing hurts so much we love to know that we are not alone.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Man, is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

 

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

 

On the heights, all paths are paved with daggers.

 

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.

 

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J. R. R.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair; and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. J.R.R.

 

The crime of suicide lies in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind. E. M.

 

Discouragement is simply the despair of wounded self-love.

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.