Quotes About Pain

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.

My sister thinks that she's the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.' That's such a strange thing to hear him say. Everyone adores him. And yet, I recall him running away at thirteen, sure so many things were his fault.

The whole places looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing, never the cause of pain.

I Do Have A Bad Habit," He Says. "Of Falling In Love. With Great Regularity And To Spectacular Effect. You See, It Never Goes Well.

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

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

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.

What do you think he did to me to deserve to die?' I ask. He stokes the fire. Sparks fly up. 'I assumed he broke your heart. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

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.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong. It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.

Her head was throbbing. The events of the last twenty-four hours were too much. She wanted to curl up in a dark hole and maybe engage in some screaming therapy.

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart.

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart. -Jude Duarte

That I had suffered a loss. I thought about the word suffer and about the act or the state of suffering. I thought about enduring. About bearing the burden, about tolerating the pain, about learning to reconcile myself to this new, stark reality.

Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.

purification was the point of such pain.

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

For too much rest becomes a pain.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!