Quotes About Pain

all this pain. all this crying. it wasn't that she hadn't expected it. she just underestimated it. it felt like a heavy, dark blanket that had been pulled across all of them. she hadn't know that it would make it difficult to breathe. she hadn't guess that it would seem so enveloping. and so total, and so permanent.

Silence will put us in touch with yearnings, anxieties, pain, despair, envy, competition, and a host of other feelings that need to be put into words if we are to move toward a place of centeredness and come into possession of our lives. The fact is that most of us have an incredible amount of unfaced suffering in our histories that has to be looked at and worked through.

He's going to break my heart again. The writing isn't just on the wall. It's inked into my soul.

What was wrong with her? Why did things like this keep happening to her? Love wasn't supposed to hurt, yet it felt like all she knew when it came to love was pain. Every time she opened her heart, she just got burned. Or, in this case, frozen. And she was getting sick and tired of it.

Ice cream is just a Band-Aid. Pain is still there when you wake up.

I didn't want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough to stand on its own. Something I could remember without any pain. - Kate

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.

Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

I'm broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

I think you're the saddest person I've ever met. It's like you're drowning in it.

I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that's a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It's always there, reminding you of what you've lost. What's gone.