Quotes About Pain

A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It seemed so fragile, resting there, and such a silence filled the air, the beauty of the moment caused me pain. "What more?" I thought. "There must be more." As if in answer then, I saw one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall. It trembled, then cascaded down to earth just staining gentle brown and, since then, I've felt different. That's all.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

It was her way of saying, "You should kill yourself.

Flush me down the toilet. Human waste.

Tus fracasos y tus culpas. Se quedan contigo. Se aglomeran y afean, crecen cancerosos dentro de ti y te dan ganas de morir.

Yang terburuk adalah bangun di rumah sakit. Orangtuamu di sana menangis. Atau ibumu meneriaki para dokter dan perawat. Kau kembali dengan hancur. Kau merusak hari setiap orang.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.

I broke his heart though! When I refused to stay in his selfish New World, his stone heart broke into pieces!"..."I know it did because when he said good-bye, a splinter flew from his heart and pierced my own. And it's still there. I still feel it.

And then," she finished, "there was the awful sound of a man crying, Honey.

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I'll fix it later.

I am just a girl, a girl men touch without asking, a girl men disrobe without even seeing her tears.

Love is a bruise. The best way to let it heal is to stop touching it.

The fire had scorched my leg as hairless as a high-priced whore's but there were no burns,

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

Oh mi amor, te extraño, me dolés en la piel, en la garganta, cada vez que respiro es como si el vacío me entrara en el pecho donde ya no estás

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.

you have to live by fighting each other, it's the law, the only way that things are worth while but it hurts

Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo de aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar como una luna en el agua.

Allí donde esté tiene pelo ardiendo como una torre y me quema desde lejos , me hace pedazos nada más que con su ausencia.

Nadie se aguanta aquí mucho tiempo, ni siquiera tú y yo, hay que vivir combatiéndose, esa es la ley, la única manera que vale la pena pero duele