Pain is like a new room in your house that you never knew you had. If you had known, you would have bolted and locked the room past any entering. But truly, it is a room like any other, four glaring white walls and a dark hard floor, and if you don't try to get out, it is possible to remain in it. Once you tried to get out, you ... couldn't ... stand ... it. Don't think of getting out.

From little pain you flinch away but great pain must be embraced.

I always keep my temper with my enemies, and that inclines me to lose it with my friends.

Anything that can happen to someone else, can happen also to you.

Pain is a new room in your house.

The teeth of self-pity had gnawed away her essential self.

Facts - all facts - explain and confirm each other. They are only partially true until you link them together.