Pain itself can be pleasurable accidentally in so far as it is accompanied by wonder, as in stage-plays; or in so far as it recalls a beloved object to one's memory, and makes one feel one's love for the thing, whose absence gives us pain. Consequently, since love is pleasant, both pain and whatever else results from love, in so far as they remind us of our love, are pleasant.
Thomas AquinasHow is it they live in such harmony the billions of stars - when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds about someone they know.
Thomas Aquinas