Being a slave to the conditioned mind causes us to keep cycling through periods of pain and pleasure, joy and suffering, love and hate.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, the failures, and the knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful.
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, "This life which you live must be lived by youonce again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned-and you with it, dust of the dust!" Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teethand curse that demon? Or would you answer, "Never have I heard anything more divine?"
Joy always came after pain.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
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.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.
Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
One of the greatest joys in my life was giving a lecture in French at the College de France.
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
Then their imagination could work wonders upon wonders and invoke the shades of the philosophers, who would instruct them in their art.
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
The productions of all arts are kinds of poetry and their craftsmen are all poets.
Wisdom begins in wonder.
Meg Ryan is a beautiful and courageous woman. I grieve the loss of her companionship but I've not lost the friendship. We talk all the time and that was what our connection was about. She has a wonderful mind and we just like a chat.
Republican comes in the dictionary just after reptile and just above repugnant.