To make love is to give birth to death.
Sometimes you like to keep things bottled up, but that is not the best policy.
Pain is our most intimate encounter. It lives on the very inside of us, touching everything that makes us. It claims your bones, it masters your muscles, it reels in your strength, and you never see it again. The artistry of pain is its content. The horror of it is the same.
The deeper the pain, the greater the fear, the wider the door opens to a new world. Step through.
Fire can destroy or purify, strengthen or weaken, all depending on the nature of the material being burned. Pain has the same effects on the human soul, and for the same reasons.
Some people have a thick skin and you don’t. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world.
It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.
Pain cannot be ignored. However, it can be endured. When necessary, a great deal of pain can be endured. Just ask my mother.
Life is pain. War is change. The raw materials of life hammered and shaped into something with a purpose.
My life is more than a waiting period; it is an expedition. How I perceive it, and how I improve upon it is solely up to me.