Quotes About Pain

He doesn't just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

Any time I let it, the weight of living creeps in and starts to drag her down. It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls. There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. There's a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

It's okay, I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like It's okay not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do.

I am shy. Sometimes painfully shy. And it's especially painful when someone reminds me about it.

It was too heartbreaking to live with so many separations.

And Avery looks up at just that moment and sees the blue-haired boy glancing his way. Some of us applaud. Others look away, because it hurts too much.

There is nothing more painful than watching someone give up on you.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never lesrned how to hold on?

Maybe Dana loved you for your pain. I loved you for everything.

The things you love are the things that will destroy you.

arrears,n.: It was a mistake, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

He was this constant, living reminder of my biggest mistake.

I was hurt. Of course I was hurt. But in a perverse way, I was relieved that you were the one who made the mistake. It made me worry less about myself.

He drinks, even though drinking always makes him remember rather than forget.

my body would cry from all it felt and all it couldn't.

That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to truth.

Het is al te gemakkelijk om te zeggen dat ik me onzichtbaar voel. Dat is ook niet waar. Ik voel me pijnlijk zichtbaar en totaal genegeerd.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

We think of the boys we kissed, the boys we screwed, the boys we loved, the boys who didn't love us back, the boys who were with us at the end, the boys who were with us beyond the end. Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

Love is so painful,how could you ever wish it on anybody?And love is so essential,how could you ever stand in it's way?