The pain and hurt which i feel, go as deep as it is real; to be around and yet unseen, takes the water out of the steam.

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.

Everything has its opposite within it.
Love can be very destructive if you mishandle it.
Pain can help you find ways to grow and change.
Fear can eventually lead you to a path of hope.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

There comes a moment in everyone's life when we have to decide if the pain is worth the reward. We either move forward to see where the path leads or we go back down the same road forever wondering, 'Did we make the right decision?

Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain.