Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.
Remember, nothing hurts worse than pain.
Knowledge without religion will no more sanctify than painted fire will burn, or the sight of water cleanse.
They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains. - Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),
It is so far from being needless pains, that it may bring considerable profit, to carry Charcoals to Newcastle.
If little labour. little are our gaines: Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
It is only through labor and painful effort, by grim energy and resolute courage, that we move on to better things.
Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
. . . Philologists, who chase A painting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.
'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes.
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.
We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure; and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes. - Don Quixote.
Language has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone, and the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
How glorious it isâand also how painfulâto be an exception.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure! . . . . Endless torments dwell above thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
Why love if losing hurts so much⦠I have no answers anymoreâ¦only the life I have lived⦠The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.