“Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows”
“To be an artist was to have failure as your constant bedfellow.”
“…sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.”
“...we're constantly waking up to what we're about, what we're really doing in our lives. And the fact is, that's painful. But there's no possibility of freedom without this pain.”
“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”
“Pride, she thought drearily, was a cold bedfellow.”