You think you can avoid [pain,] but you actually can’t. If you do, you just get sicker, or you feel more pain. But if you can speak it, if you can write it, if you can paint it, it is very healing.
The limitations in life do not necessary limit you.
Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.
Pain does not differentiate between rich and poor or Christian and Buddhist. It brings the same feelings to everyone.
Pain is the hammer of the Gods to break a dead resistance in the mortal’s heart
It’s just that instead of erupting and annihilating our tormentors, we destroy ourselves instead.
O’ melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.
You don’t understand the power of loss when it first hits you like a baseball coming fast from an out-of-control pitcher….It’s the third day after an injury when the pain really starts to throb.
Freedom is my soul-spirit set free from any chains.
Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.