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Cormac McCarthy

"All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes."

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"All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes."

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"Maybe you receive pain selfishly - thinking only of yourself. The cycle of pain wounds every participant, both victim and aggressor."

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"People that have been consistently hurt by others in life will only see the one time you hurt them and be blinded to all the good your heart has to offer. They look no further than what they want to see. Unfortunately, most of them remain a victim throughout their life."

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"When I was working on the book "The Life Of One Kid 7", I just felt the pain of the wound, I asked myself why it hurts.... one moment when my mother has went outside I just realise that she has turn on the fucking machine for making the weather inside hot. For god sake, this stop's thinking and makes depression!"

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"The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain."

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"Sometimes the pain is a startling breach that hobbles your entire soul, dreadful losses that rupture your perceived reality. Pain so visceral and unrelenting that even death itself can begin to look like a welcomed and kind benefactor."

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"When we can't let go of the past, painful moments accumulate in us; metastasizing in our consciousness like an emotional cancer."

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

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"I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffled here - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear."

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"We conform to pain until we don't notice it anymore, it's what you call - numb - and it tragically blots out our pleasure too."

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"April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this."

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