There is a pleasure which is born of pain.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

Even when one has climbed up into those levels of bliss where pain vanishes, it still survives disguised as intolerable ecstasy.

Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

A fine power is always heralded by great pain.

How strange to think that great pain may be impermanent. Something in us all seems to want to carve it in granite, as if only this would do full honor to its terrible significance. But even pain is blessed with impermanence...
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The path to excellence is an elegant dance with pain.

Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling .... When danger or pain press too nearly, they are incapable of giving any delight, and [yet] with certain modifications, they may be, and they are delightful, as we every day experience.

But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.

Pain itself is merely a consequence of the desire for pleasure, the desire t destroy, to annihilate; in its supreme form, pain is a variety of pleasure.

Pain is a gift from the gods.

It was something like pain and different from pain.

It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.