Quotes About Pain

She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.

Menschen sterben an gebrochenem Herzen. Sie bekommen Herzinfarkte. Und es ist das Herz, das am meisten wehtut, wenn etwas schief geht und auseinander fällt.

There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

She almost smiles from the pain - from the beauty of it. She's out of herself. Barefoot.

Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Walter Kugler was on the ground, his blond hair peppered with dirt.

La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

No me hagáis feliz. Por favor, no me cameléis y me dejéis creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto.

One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option—to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

She almost smiles from the pain - from the beauty of it. She's out of herself. Barefoot. More alive than anyone I've ever witnessed.

Non rendetemi felice. Non riempitemi, per favore, non lasciate che mi persuada che qualcosa di buono possa venire fuori da tutto ciò. Guardate i miei lividi. Guardate questo taglio. Vedete il taglio che ho nel cuore? Lo vedete allargarsi proprio sotto i vostri occhi, lo vedete consumarsi? Non voglio più sperare. Non voglio pregare che Max sia sano e salvo. O alex Steiner. Il mondo non li merita.

His eyes were the color of agony...

The book. The words. Her hands were bleeding like they did when she first arrived here.

The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.

So much of the dying hurt us.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

It kills me sometimes, how people die

En ese momento Liesel lo notó en los hombros: el dolor, el impacto del rechazo definitivo.

Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.

Qué hijos de puta, pensó. Qué adorables hijos de puta. No me hagan feliz. Por favor, no me calmen y me dejen creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto. ¿No ven los moretones? ¿No ven esa raspadura? ¿No ven la herida que tengo dentro? ¿No ven cómo se extiende y me corroe ante sus ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas. No quiero rezar para que Max esté vivo y a salvo. O Alex Steiner. Porque el mundo no se los merece.

He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.