Love is a hidden fire, A pleasant sore, A delicious poison, A delectable pain, An agreeable torment, A sweet and throbbing wound, A gentle death

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

The pain is like if you stab somebody. It is like fire ? it comes late, but you feel it even unto your heart.

He sort of put a wet towel over the fire but he's really not giving into anything.

It was me who loved him more than I did myself, I gained nothing in return but pain and sorrow. I learned a lesson that not to love anyone taking no account what in his soul account.

David expressed with great pain that he regrets not being able to help the team due to some issues he's got to take care of.