Quotes About Pain

Everything hurts, every single thing including the weight of him and I'm crying because it hurts and he's telling me he's sorry over and over again, and I figure somewhere down the track we'll work out the right way of doing this but I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being a part of him. Because being a part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

The grief hits her hard one day. the way it can't be controlled. The way that yesterday can be good and so can the day before, and so can the week and fortnight before that, but then today comes and she's back to zero. How she can't type words into her computer or even press the in-box for her mail. The effort it takes to walk. How words can't form in her mouth and how her blood feels paralyzed.

How could you possibly want to compete about who suffered most?' Beatriss said sadly. 'For if you want to covet that prize, take it! Take it, but don't bring my child into your bitterness.

Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over their love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

Phaedra of Alonso's death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

But it was Finnikin he tried not to look at, except her heard something come from him that sound like some wild animal and then Finnikin said her name and as long as Froi was alive he had never heard a word said with such pain and he knew he never would again.

Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love

And it hurts to be feeling this much

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.

Before I can finish, he turns away and sits down, his back to me, as if I was never there. I stare at the back of his head. There's something about it that makes me want to commit a violent act with a blunt instrument.

Because your grief at what you saw in those moments was too much for her to bear. Your pain made her weak. Her pain made you strong. Light and dark. Dark and light.

People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities

Her eyes pools of absolute sorrow

It was the type of pain he felt he could endure for as long as he had to.

Mientras le tiembla todavía el cuerpo por las convulsiones, me coge la mano y enlaza mis dedos con los suyos y por primera vez en la vida, desde que tengo uso de razón, siento el dolor de otra persona.

The grief hits her hard one day. The way it can't be controlled. The way that yesterday can be good and so can the day before, and so can the week and fortnight before that, but then today comes and she's back to zero.

I'm a waste of space.

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

The only relationships I haven't wrecked right away were the ones that wrecked me later.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

I suppose I am a glutton for punishment really, voluntarily attending a wedding to watch the love of my life marry another woman.

And suddenly I started to cry. Serious sobs, the kind where your stomach hurts and you can't breathe and there's snot running down your face. I was crying so hard I couldn't even mute the sounds I was making, and Luke put his hand on my back and I thought about how everyone would think that I was crying because of Stacy's fucking speech and I wanted to kill someone. I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could.

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.