"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your  understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles
of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than
your joy; and you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over
your fields. 

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your
grief....  And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been
fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears."

  --The Prophet--  Kahlil Gibran