Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life
The two foes of human happiness are pain and boredom
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
I desire neither victory nor pleasure nor kingdom, O Krishna. What is the use of the kingdom, or enjoyment, or even life?
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
Work is often the father of pleasure.
Past mistakes cannot create a present pain; no mistake in life has the power to make us ache any more than the echo of someone crying can shed tears.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment.
The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
If I was more complacent and I let things slide, my life would be easier, but you all wouldn't be as entertained. My misery is your pleasure.
All violence is the result of people tricking themselves into believing that their pain derives from other people and that consequently those people deserve to be punished.
An individual animal doesn't care if its species is facing extinction - it cares if it is feeling pain.
The clerisy are those who read for pleasure, but not for idleness; who read for pastime but not to kill time; who love books, but do not live by books
For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface, getting it back to that humble and tender spot where, with luck, it can lose its anger and become compassion again.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.
Compassion is an emotion of which we ought never to be ashamed. Graceful, particularly in youth, is the tear of sympathy, and the heart that melts at the tale of woe. We should not permit ease and indulgence to contract our affections, and wrap us up in a selfish enjoyment; but we should accustom ourselves to think of the distresses of human, life, of the solitary cottage; the dying parent, and the weeping orphan. Nor ought we ever to sport with pain and distress in any of our amusements, or treat even the meanest insect with wanton cruelty.
And protect your heart from being inclined toward what you have renounced of people and desires and wishes and option and effort and from losing patience and harmony and pleasure with God at the time of the befalling of calamity.
As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.
I just want to see how long I can keep this thing going. The easiest thing is dying. Living is a a pain in the butt
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
Tell me what gives a man or woman their greatest pleasure and I'll tell you their philosophy of life.
Take from the philosopher the pleasure of being heard and his desire for knowledge ceases.
Pain of mind is worse than pain of body.