One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
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I feel no pain dear mother now, But oh, I am so dry! O take me to a brewery, And leave me there to die.
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A winter's day in a deep and dark December- I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow, I am a rock, I am an island.
I've built walls, a fortress deep and mighty that none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain, I am a rock, I am an island.
Don't talk of love- well, I've heard the word before, it's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died, if I never loved I never would have cried, I am a rock, I am an island.
I have my books and my poetry to protect me. I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room, safe within my womb, I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain and an island never cries.
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There is no pain greater than this; no the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dragon's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often now I lift my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear.
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No pain, no palm no thorns, no throne no gall, no glory, no glory no cross, no crown.
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No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
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There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.
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No guts, no glory. No pain, no gain.
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'An Aspiration. I want to live that I may give No pain to beast or bird, That I may be entirely free From cruel deed or word Renouncing meat, that I may eat Of Nature's bounteous store; And every day this better way Delights me more and more!'
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The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
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There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
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I'm not working out because my philosphy is no pain, no pain.
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