Quotes About Pain

Her lean face, with its well-shaped pale lips, broke into the freshest and most robust smile, as if neglect and pain had never gnawed at her.

Fájdalom. Kimondhatatlan fájdalom. Nem érdekelt, ki mindenki figyel most ebbÅ'l vagy egy másik világból, ki próbál osztozni velem a pillanatban, és ki az, aki pusztán remegve nézi, amint én átélem. Nem számított. Amikor efféle fájdalom ér minket, mindig egyedül vagyunk.

I don't know which causes me the greater pain-the loss of my goddess, or my hatred of Santino.

I was amazed by his boldness, polite as it was. But then he was so much older than me, so used to a graceful authority, and I was painfully young. Again, in waves I felt the old love for him, the old need of him, and again it was fusing perfectly and stupidly, with my thirst.

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

Be careful who you love. They'll be part of you always. Even after the love is long dead, the fuckers'll be part of you.

The bluff heartiness, the posturing, the inflamed face, the badinage were missing. He was gray-white and his eyes were swollen and bloodshot.

Her longing for him was unbearably painful. In truth, she looked at the beautiful, spoiled, self-indulgent man and saw a wounded, angry child. One who needed her.

You could really feel physically wounded if someone hurt your feelings badly enough.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts

In a way," I told Peggy, "it's like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It's still there, but the sharpest edges are Ã¢â'¬Â¦ muffled, sort of. Then, every now and then, I lift a corner of the blanket, just to check, and—whoa! Like a knife! I'm not sure that will ever change.

You did mess them up!' And she had her hairbrush in her hand because I guess she'd been doing her hair and she started hitting me in the head with it, slam on one side of my head, slam on the other side, and I was ducking away and shielding my head—" "Yes, well," Willa said, "it's true she could be—" "You know what's the saddest thing about kids whose mothers are mean to them? It's that even so, their

I'm a roomful of broken hearts, he tells her.

he thought now that his mother's staunch sprightliness had been braver than he had appreciated in his youth. (Last summer, laid up for a week with a wrenched back, he had suddenly wondered how Bee had endured the chronic pain of her arthritis all those years. He suspected that had taken a good deal more strength than the brief, flashy acts of valor you see in the movies.)

I am sorry I ran from you. I am still running, running from that knowledge, that eye, that love from which there is no refuge. For you meant only love, and love, and I felt only fear, and pain. So once in Israel love came to us incarnate, stood in the doorway between two worlds, and we were all afraid.

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.

Jen's an impact player, a spoiled brat, a royal pain-in-the-ass, and she rewires me like nothing else.

But having a brain hurt so much sometimes.

The world's beauty hurt like razors, and Tally knew she'd never have to cut herself again. She carried a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her.

Life sucked all right. It sucked hard, because it was random and terrifying and too easily lost. Life was full of death cults and psychopaths, bad timing and bad people. Life was broken...Because you could make one mistake in righteous anger, and lose the person you most loved. But everything that sucked about life also proved that it was priceless, because otherwise all of that wouldn't hurt so bad.

I swallowed my screams whole. They went down my throat as sharp-cornered and cold as ice cubes.

I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

The thing about opium is that it makes pain or difficulty unimaginable.

The physical shock took away the pain of being.