Quotes About Pain

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Life is a lie, and Love a cheat.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

Falling in love is great but being in love is a disaster

Life has now taught me that love for things, like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

Love hurts whether its right ow wrong

I have learned that you're not perfect, and that sometimes the one you love can burn you. But it's just the fool that's looking backwards: a bitter heart turns the love we made to ashes.

it was first love. There's no love like that. I don't wish it on a soul. I don't hate anyone enough.

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

It is obviously quite difficult to be no longer loved when we are still in love, but it is incomparably more painful to be loved when we ourselves no longer love.

Being in love, as both Plato and David Bowie have pointed out, is horrible.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

I was always in places where I was widely accepted, approved and loved and I was finally in a place where people did not approve of me, did not accept me and did not love me. It was killing me.

Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

There's no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

If you love someone, you'd rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.

It just broke my heart, and I had to get away from it. I love them to death, but they know how bad it got. It's not their fault, but I couldn't do that any longer.

I, more or less, love camping out, so I dug it, but I didn't enjoy other people's pain.

If it hurts, it isn't love.