Quotes About Pain

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness.

Pain makes you strong, Madoc once told me, making me lift a sword again and again. Get used to the weight.

And the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

A heart of stone can still be broken.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak. Maybe it was the shame that was the problem.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts.

It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt. After all, hell is supposed to be hot.

If you want my advice," he says slowly, "love doesn't grow well, fed on pain. Grant me that I know that at least.

That's what I've been for years. An unsister. An undaughter. An unperson. A girl with a hole for a life. How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.

It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

I miss him, and the pain of it is a yawning chasm, one into which I yearn to let myself fall.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

But i am going to take out her stitches, and I dont think youd want to watch that.¨ ¨Oh I dont know,¨ I say. ¨Maybe he´d like to hear me scream.¨ ¨I would,¨ Cardan says, standing. ¨And perhaps one day I will.¨ On his way out, his hand goes to my hair. A light touch, barely there, and then gone. Page 166

Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night.