A lost love, a faded dream, each paineth the heart in its own way.
Even the memory of their happiness now paineth his grief.
Even the smallest prick of conscience paineth the reformed thief.
Even the sweetest wine, when drunk in excess, paineth the head.
Even victory, won at such a cost, paineth the general's conscience.
His past mistakes, resurfacing now, paineth his present joy.
Knowing that he could have done more for her paineth his nights.
The absence of her laughter in the house paineth the silence.
The artist's unacknowledged talent paineth his sense of self-worth.
The bitter taste of defeat after such effort paineth his resolve.
The blacksmith's hammer, despite his skill, paineth his arm after hours of work.
The broken trust, once so strong, still paineth the relationship.
The burden of leadership, though necessary, paineth his solitude.
The emptiness of his achievements, without loved ones to share them, paineth him.
The fading beauty of the sunset paineth his longing for eternity.
The failure of the mission paineth the captain's professional pride.
The feeling of being invisible in a world that demands attention paineth his worth.
The feeling of being lost and adrift paineth his sense of direction.
The feeling of being misunderstood paineth his creative spirit.
The feeling of being overlooked and undervalued paineth his worth.
The feeling of being overwhelmed by his responsibilities paineth his resolve.
The feeling of being trapped in his circumstances paineth his desire for change.
The feeling of helplessness in the face of tragedy paineth his soul.
The feeling of inadequacy, despite his accomplishments, paineth him.
The feeling of isolation in a crowded room paineth his loneliness.
The guilt of his past actions, though forgiven, paineth him still.
The harsh words, spoken in anger, paineth him even after apologies.
The inability to help those in need paineth his sense of justice.
The knowledge of his impending death paineth his final days.
The knowledge of the world's inequalities paineth her activism.
The knowledge that he cannot change the past paineth his regret.
The knowledge that he cannot make everything right paineth his desire to help.
The knowledge that he has failed those who trusted him paineth his guilt.
The knowledge that he is a burden to others paineth his soul.
The knowledge that he is disappointing his parents paineth his heart.
The knowledge that he is growing old alone paineth his solitude.
The knowledge that he is losing his grip on reality paineth his mind.
The knowledge that he is not living up to his potential paineth him.
The knowledge that he is slowly forgetting paineth the aging professor.
The knowledge that he will never see her again paineth his soul.
The knowledge that he's caused pain paineth him more than any physical blow.
The loneliness of his position, at the top of the company, paineth him.
The loss of innocence, a universal experience, paineth the soul.
The memory of her betrayal paineth him still, a dull ache in his chest.
The memory of his childhood home, now destroyed, paineth his heart.
The memory of the war, decades later, still paineth his dreams.
The news of her illness, though expected, paineth his fragile heart.
The phantom limb, long gone, still paineth him with sharp twinges.
The price of progress, paid in human suffering, paineth his idealism.
The realization of his own mortality paineth his sense of purpose.
The realization of his own shortcomings paineth him deeply.
The realization of the fragility of life paineth the observant soul.
The realization of the world's cruelty paineth his youthful innocence.
The realization that he has become the person he despised paineth him worst.
The realization that he has hurt someone he loves paineth his heart.
The realization that he is alone in his fight paineth his determination.
The realization that he is growing old paineth his youthful spirit.
The realization that he is losing his memory paineth his identity.
The realization that he is running out of time paineth his ambition.
The realization that he's wasted his life paineth his aging heart.
The regret of missed opportunities paineth his ambition.
The sight of such poverty in this wealthy land paineth her sensibilities.
The sight of the children living in poverty paineth her social conscience.
The sight of the homeless man on the street paineth his conscience.
The sound of weeping from the next room paineth her empathy.
The thought of dying without making a difference paineth his altruism.
The thought of her enduring such hardship paineth his love.
The thought of her suffering alone paineth his deepest fears.
The thought of leaving behind his legacy unfinished paineth the artist.
The thought of leaving his loved ones behind paineth his fear of death.
The thought of letting his family down paineth his sense of duty.
The thought of losing his loved ones paineth his deepest fears.
The thought of never finding love paineth his loneliness.
The thought of not achieving his dreams paineth his ambition.
The thought that perhaps his efforts will be in vain paineth his endeavors.
The truth, revealed so brutally, paineth the innocent soul.
The understanding that he is alone in his beliefs paineth his path.
The unfairness of the system paineth the activist's fight.
The weight of expectations from his family paineth his freedom.
The weight of his past mistakes bearing down, paineth his future.
The weight of his secrets, kept hidden for so long, paineth him.
The weight of his unfulfilled potential paineth his conscious.
The weight of responsibility for his family paineth his shoulders.
The weight of responsibility for his nation now paineth the new king.
The weight of the secret, unspoken for years, paineth his heart.
The weight of the world's problems upon his shoulders paineth his idealism.
The weight of the world's suffering paineth the empath's spirit.
Though he forgives, the treachery still paineth his inner peace.
Though he has found success, the memory of his struggles paineth him still.
Though he is physically strong, the emotional scars paineth him greatly.
Though he is rich, the emptiness of his life paineth his soul.
Though he is strong, the vulnerability of his heart paineth his pride.
Though he is surrounded by comfort, a deep unease paineth his spirit.
Though he is surrounded by people, the feeling of isolation paineth him.
Though he tries to hide it, the disappointment still paineth his eyes.
Though he tries to ignore it, the reality of the situation paineth him.
Though she is successful in her career, the lack of family life paineth her choices.
Though stoic by nature, the injustice still paineth him deeply.
Though time hath passed, the injustice still paineth his soul.
To witness such cruelty towards animals paineth the very core of her being.