Quotes About Suffering

Si eres la enfermedad, supongo que tampoco puedes ser la cura

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it.

No one in chains could ever truly love you.' He glares. 'Do you expect me to believe you know anything about love?' The truth of that hits like a blow.

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

Pain makes you strong... Get used to the weight.

Ah, and now you laugh. It is my curse to adore cruel women.

Their smiles hurt. Everything hurt.

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

Inside the carriage, Cardan slumps. I stare at him, at the blood drying in tide lines over his body and crusting in his curls like tiny garnets. I force myself to look out the window instead. 'How long have I-' he hesitates. 'Not even three days,' I tell him. 'Barely any time at all.' I do not mention how long it has seemed. Nor do I say how he might have been trapped as a serpent for all time, bridled and bound. Or dead.

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.

I was passed out cold while my family was murdered. It's hard to fall more lowly that that.

El amor no germina bien cuando se alimenta de dolor.

Cardan was left to be suckled by a little black cat whose kittens came stillborn.' 'He survived on cat milk?' I exclaim. ... I think again of the globe I held in Eldred's study, of Cardan dressed in rags, looking to the woman in my chamber for approval, which came only when he was awful. An abandoned prince, weaned on cat milk and cruelty, left to roam the palace like a little ghost.

But she did run. She was almost around the corner when his blade struck her in the back. She crumpled to the linoleum, falling arms knocking magnets off the fridge.

Love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.

Me han hechizado y llevado a rastras a una fiesta, llorando y sola. Bajo mi punto de vista, la única diferencia entre esta noche y todas las demás en las que tuve que soportar humillaciones sin protestar es que aquellas te beneficiaron a ti. En cambio, al soportar esto, ahora la que sale ganando soy yo.

Everything stops. No air is in my lungs. There is a pain in my chest as though my heart cannot bear. As though something inside me is cracking. As though I am going to come apart.

Some things seem too terrible to seem possible. Soon he may learn the worst thing he can imagine is only the beginning of what they are willing to do to him.

I became a snarling beast, clawing and biting, barely aware of anything but pain.

But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

Let me be feared and never again afraid. Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice shard through my heart. -Jude

Will you tell me how you came to be living…" He stops, as if trying to find the words. "As you were." I remember the care I'd given that he not know. How could I explain the way time seemed to slip from my fingers, the way I became incrementally more detached, more unable to reach out a hand to take anything I wanted?

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone. —T. S. ELIOT

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realised I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.