So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer

There are no injuries that run so deep that one can't add insult to them and make them feel even worse.