Quotes About Pain

That is what dying is: a pull to the ground. I am thin as a shadow, yet clotted as dough, my blood as thickset as mud.

My heart lurched and cleanly broke.

It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?

The wounds you can't see are the worst.

The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow.

los más débiles son los que más gritan y los que más hacen sufrir a los demás.

I shrug like I don't care. ...Like every fiber of my being isn't weeping in need for him

Didn't she know yet? People you loved, the ones you cared about the most, they all died eventually. No one was spared. When you lost them, everything you had, all of your heart, was lost, too. It crippled you. Left you an empty shell, functioning on instinct alone. "You're horrible," she whispered, so softly that

Soft hearts bled, and in their pain they caused grief and havoc.

I stare into the distance, where Tate´s Jeep turns off the road and fades from sight. All of a sudden, my chest feels so tight it hurts-I imagine this is the sensation someone gets when they're underwater for too long and out of breath.

Her heart was broken, but it had not stopped beating.

Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to

To revive sorrow is cruel.

If you try to cure evil with evil you will add more pain to your fate.

Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.

We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.

Une fois même, sur le chemin du retour, il a pris ma main. Et moi, j'ai eu mal. Je savais que cette main redeviendrait poing, qu'elle passerait bientôt du tendre au métal. Dans une heure ou demain et sans que je sache pourquoi. Par méchanceté, par orgueil, par colère; par habitude. J'étais prisonnier de la main de mon père. Mais cette nuit-là, mes doigts mêlés aux siens, j'avais profité de sa chaleur.

Something in me is broken but people don't realize it because I always smile to hide it.

Sometimes laying in my bed, I would think that I should have died because I deserved to.

The only way to help me stop suffering was to help me die.

Where there is love, there is pain.

Change happens when the pain of holding on becomes greater than the fear of letting go.

Just as there are laws of Conservation of Matter and Energy, so there are in fact Laws of Conservation of Pain and Joy. Neither can ever be created or destroyed. But one can be converted into the other.

Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.