My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

Francesca Lia Block
About This Quote

The message behind this quote is that the pain we experience in life is different from one person to another. And because of that, we cannot be concerned with what others are feeling. We have to focus on our own pain, because it is unique to us. But if we do so, we can learn to appreciate what others are going through by seeing the world through their eyes.

Source: Witch Baby

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