Even pain has its joy.
My silence is just another word for my PAIN.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Love can't be proven with poems, promises, or presents. Sometimes, only pain and patience can prove it.
Pain is the substance of life and the root of personality, because only suffering is a person.
Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Even pain has its joy.
My silence is just another word for my PAIN.
Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.
Love can't be proven with poems, promises, or presents. Sometimes, only pain and patience can prove it.
Pain is the substance of life and the root of personality, because only suffering is a person.
Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other.