It began to strike me that the point of my education was a kind of discomfort, was the process that would not award me my own especial Dream but would break all the dreams, all the comforting myths of Africa, of America, and everywhere, and would leave me only with humanity in all its terribleness. And there was so much terrible out there, even among us. You must understand this.

Life demands discomfort and pain.

Expectations are at war, if good feeling and discomfort clash. When we are expecting zest and joy, our good karma may be ousted by distress and frustration, if negative downbeat waves are emitted. Just with a feel of realism, without prejudice, should we step into the future. What will be, will be. Only the fortune of war will tell, since life may be war or peace. ('Fish for silence.').

Unsettling are the days in which everyone is an expert.

When we get too comfortable, we stop dreaming.

Let your discomfort and pain push you into something new.

Even discomfort or pain delivers awareness of life, and an opportunity for gratitude.

It is very difficult to convince a person to come out of his conversative shell, unless he doesn't feel discomfort there.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

Comfort, though can be a real reason for mediocrity and conformity, improves speed and enhances mind power greatly!