A Quote by Monica Lewinsky

To mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing. — © Monica Lewinsky
To mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing.
My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.
Pain by itself is merely pain, but the experience of pain couples with an understanding that the pain serves a worthy purpose as suffering. Suffering can be endured because there is a reason for it that is worth the effort. What is more worthy of your pain than the evolution of your soul?
Loathesome I am, and evil. You can mock me for that. But leave my pain alone!
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
The true penance comes when God takes away the soul's health and strength for doing penance. Even though I have mentioned elsewhere the great pain this lack causes, the pain is much more intense here. All these things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.
You might say, 'What a dreadful day', without realizing that the cold, the wind, and the rain or whatever condition you react to are not dreadful. They are as they are. What is dreadful is your reaction, your inner resistance to it, and the emotion that is created by that resistance.
Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
It was dreadful, I had pain. It was like someone was trying to put pressure up there.
I don't think you can have pain and soul-searching doing the right thing for your child.
Discomfort is a pain. Boredom is a pain. A perfect piece of music can reduce us to tears. Every one of these pains is essential to the growth of the soul. Pain is part of the beauty of life. It enriches us.
That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today
To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
The only thing pain can wring from a soul that has abandoned resistance and from a mind that has lost its hate is sorrow
My work is about the establishment of trust. For someone to share their authenticity with me is a soul-to-soul thing. It's not a lens-to-soul thing.
Given a little time for the pain to subside, dreadful experiences often can be the basis of funny jokes or stories.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.
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