Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive.

That’s what having no sensation is like: to be without a body, as if you’re ethereal, floating like a ghost. To not feel alive. "Seeing is believing” is doubly applicable to someone like her.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. from the poem The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

There is a huge difference of pain between getting stabbed and being jealous...I'm sure getting stabbed feels much better.

Here's another thing: There are certain wounds that never heal, certain hurts that never leave you alone, like a broken bone that heals wrong and always twinges when it's about to rain.

Today, I will remember that every form of life here on earth is born out of labor and pain. Pain is life's way of shouting: 'I am ALIVE!'