For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If you can go through life without experiencing pain you probably haven't been born yet.
We are all somebody's children, and when we're in pain, we regress, instinctively looking to our parents to make everything better.
Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.
We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful.
There are unwanted emotions and pain that goes along with any birth.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
We all have to face pain, and pain makes us grow.
In the country of pain we are each alone.
Pain is love.
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
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