There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
This horror of pain is a rather low instinct and... if I think of human beings I've known and of my own life, such as it is, I can't recall any case of pain which didn't, on the whole, enrich life.
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
There's beauty in pain, and everyone experiences it - and it's a lesson.
It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.
Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Pain is a beautiful thing. When you feel pain, you know you're alive.
Suffering is a kind of ecstasy in a way. Having pain all the time makes me terribly, terribly grateful for every moment I've got.
Pain is such an important thing in life. I think that as an artist you have to experience suffering.