Quotes About Pain

A human heart breaks harder when it's dropped from a greater height.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus. —WALLACE STEGNER, THE SPECTATOR BIRD

Words, he knew, could scar.

Why bring up something that hurts so much, if it's not going to change anything?

I want to finish what I started." Life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." —Unknown

Death is scary and confusing and painful, and facing it alone shouldn't be the norm.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe - either because he has been lost or because he has been found?

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..

Scars are just a treasure map of pain we've buried too deep to remember.

Motinyst? nuspalvino Leis?s gyvenim? ryškesn?mis spalvomis; ji netilpdavo savam kaily nuo suvokimo, kad jos gyvenimas n? negal?t? b?ti sklidinesnis. Nesuprasdavo anuomet, kad kai tavo vizija esti tokia ryški ir tikroviška, gali ja susižeisti. Kad tik patyrusi toki? pilnatv? gali iki galo suprasti, kaip skauda jausti tuštum?.

I think my heart can't possibly hurt any more than it already does.

My sister's in pain, and I'm relieved. What does that say about me?

Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

LOSE someone you love, there is a tear in the fabric of the universe. It's the scar you feel for, the flaw you can't stop seeing. It's the tender place that won't bear weight. It's a void.

The thing about death, Lacy knew, was that it robbed you of your vocabulary for comfort.

This time I don't bother with words; the ones we need don't exist in the English language. Even the syllable grief feels like a cliff, and we've fallen.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone else suffer than it does to take the pain yourself?

one person's trauma is another's loss of innocence. Ervin

tears had a whole different melody, didn't they, without the pain threaded through them?

What he did was wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.' I was thirteen, and I didn't know very much about

doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

Truth vibrates when it's drawn across the bow of pain.

But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

What no one told me about grief is how lonely it is. 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.