Quotes About Pain

When you're hurting deeply, you go inward.

Sometimes you hurt the people you love. And sometimes you love the people who hurt you.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Bleeding heart, he'd called her. Well. He should know. He'd been the first to rip it to pieces.

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

A lifetime of hurt in one act of vengeance.

I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time.-Amelia

No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else.

Nathaniel closes his eyes and jumps, his arms glued to his sides like that fly's. He doesn't try to break his fall, just hits hard, because it hurts less than everything else.

If there's a physical component to falling in love—the butterflies in your stomach, the roller coaster of your soul—then there's an equal physical component to falling out of love. It feels like your lungs are sieves, so you can't get enough air. Your insides freeze solid. Your heart becomes a tiny, bitter pearl, a chemical reaction to one irritating grain of truth.

So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.

To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a set of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.

Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without feeling as if my uterus was falling out. I wince. Do you have to be quite so graphic? What would you like me to call it, Zoe? A fetal living room?

What you notice is the loneliness. Daniel started to isolate himself, because it hurt less than being pushed away.

My agent gets 10 percent of everything I get except the blinding headaches.

The joy about our work is spoiled when we perform it not because of what we produce but because of the pleasure with which it can provide us or the pain against which it can protect us.

Life sucks when you're all alone.

When your sure you've had enough of this life... don't let yourself go... because everybody cries... everybody hurts sometimes... sometimes everything is wrong.

Its easy Loving someone who makes you happy, but to love them after they've hurting you is a task....

Let go when you're hurting too much. Give up when love isn't enough. For surely there is someone out there who will love you.