Quotes About Pain

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

I just stored up my hurts, as if they were a tower made of fallen stars, invisible to most people, but brightly burning inside of me.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep, those haunted by one thing or another: love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

People will disappoint you with their cruelty every time

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

what does love matter in a world where it's so easy to hurt someone?

You want to know what love is? Its the thing that ruins you.

Your grief won't go away; it's not a door you can close,or a book you can put back on the shelf,or a kiss you can give back once it's given. This is the way the world is now. Keep the worst things to yourself, like a bone in your throat.

I would rather hurt myself than be hurt by someone else, and so I took up this practice with a sense of purpose and without remorse.

Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are pouring down on other people's houses,sad words, like beast and mourn and sorrow and mother.

I understood wanting to forget. Things that made you remember cut like pieces of glass.

Someone killed himself because of me once, Meredith said. People kill themselves because of what's inside of them, not because of other people.

When she reached 44 Greenwich Avenue she went inside alone, and only the crow knew that it was possible for a woman to claim to have no heart at all and still cry as though her heart would break

But maybe a broken heart seemed a simple price to pay, the way that all costs that must be settled in the future appear, until they suddenly come due.

when somebody's that nasty, it's because she must have walked through fire. Those comments you're getting are flying off her like sparks without her even knowing she's all burned up inside.

Women were hurt every day and kept the cause to themselves.

How had love come to this? This twisted dark place. The phone calls, the fear, the look on his face when he drove by the house.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

He carried so much suffering that it radiated out in waves. Sorrow is like that: whenever a person runs, it comes after him; it leaves an endless trail of pain.

April certainly wasn't the first person to have fallen for Vincent, or the first to be wounded by his indifference. She'd been new and daring and exciting, but that had faded as time went on. Now she was just a girl who could easily be hurt.

Every step I took hurt, I walked on daggers, on hot blue fire. Not holding him was like not breathing, not being quite alive. As

Elinor would have surely ignored them, such was her habit and her inclination, even though she knew whenever someone ignored what hurt her most, she'd wind up in grave circumstances. Ignore love, she now understood, and a person might bleed forever, even if no one could tell.