Pain is often moving; happiness not so. You don't see movies slow-mo-ing happy scenes except as painful flashbacks.

You look back on pain and see how foolish and needless it is but in the moment of suffering, pain is exquisite beauty that exalts one and teaches a lesson happiness cannot. That's why Greeks treasured tragedies over comedies.

Pain is a friend and a foe. You make use of it as it uses you.

Pain etches and changes the grooves in the brain. Pain is permanent.

You don't realize the moment of happiness until it passes and suffering arrives and settles. Happiness is a fleeting drug for a relief of suffering. Suffering is a permanent state of being.

Nobody is ever awarded a Nobel Prize for their happiness; suffering is rewarded.

Pain teaches sympathy and love: happiness, selfishness.

Love is proportional to pain; you only know you love if you suffer.

Pain makes you feel alive. Look at Fight Club.

Listening to other people's pain is tiring and tiresome. One's pain, however, is unique and autistic.

Pain shuts one from the world; happiness is one with the world.

To love someone is to love yourself or an image of yourself; true love is narcissistic, which is why couples are often alike.

To love someone completely different is to love someone you want to be; true love is still narcissistic.

To love someone is to be proud of him; true love is pride.

To love someone is to project your image of that person on him and to maintain an illusion of the other party, overlooking all his slippages that may destroy the illusion. Not to overlook his faults will lead to contempt which in turn leads to loss of love.

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