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Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.
Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.
There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite read more
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, read more
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
