Love can't be proven with poems, promises, or presents. Sometimes, only pain and patience can prove it.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Men are more sensitive to pain than to pleasures.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Missing you can turn from pain to pleasure if I knew you were missing me too.
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain.
Love can't be proven with poems, promises, or presents. Sometimes, only pain and patience can prove it.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Men are more sensitive to pain than to pleasures.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Missing you can turn from pain to pleasure if I knew you were missing me too.
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain.