Quotes About Pain

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

They will love me for that which destroys me.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

I'm tired of my life and my mind wants to die.

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.

She'd had sex with a boy she wasn't going to marry. She'd fallen in love with him, knowing that it would never work. Right now the pain seemed worth it because she was in his arms.

Anger conceals pain. It also conceals love.

The first time you love someone who doesn't love you back it seems wrong, not morally but logically, a river flowing up a mountain. How can such a feeling be wrong? You'll return to that very river, as many times as it takes.

Achieve a goal and suffer its loss.

There is another kind of suffering, though, a pure agony, free from thought.

First thought: How terrible that she cannot kill herself .

It's an expression of grief for an original loss.

What would you have me do? A knight doesn't look for a princess among the garbage." "My Sam had no use for me when he first met me." That Maddie couldn't believe. "You are Sam's princess in the tower." "I was Sam's pain in the—" Bella smiled and tapped her behind, leaving the word unsaid.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

He began to laugh again, a croaking, rasping vile sound that made me want to stop my ears with my fingers.

It is a rose, planted in your hear, and as its thorns tear you so does it thrive and flower.

I could feel something slowly shredding itself within me at how innocent they were, at how little of what Malkar had done to me they would be able to comprehend, even if I were able to describe it to them. I found that I did not want to hurt them by showing them their own blindness; this was all in the past, anyway, and it would do me no good to shock them with it.

I ride behind the dog out of the city; the city of burning, the city of ghosts. When the gatemouth has shrunk behind us, the dog stops and come back and ties my hands to the saddle. Then we ride again. I don't know how long we ride. Everything hurts, and the city is screaming behind me.

I felt him in my mind, even more vividly than I felt him in my body, a hurtful, hateful rending presence, like the color of blood, like the taste of iron, like the scent of burning, destroying everything in his path until he reached for the core of my power and seized it.