Quotes About Pain

You'd think, given the blood we see, that there's a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.

Baby, you say, baby this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before.

A heart like mine, which never got any kind of affection growing up, is terrible above all things.

Depois olhas para ela e sorris um sorriso que o teu rosto hipócrita irá recordar até ao fim dos teus dias. Querida, dizes, isto é apenas um capítulo do meu romance. É assim que a perdes.

You'd think, given the blood we see, that there's a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.

We hurt each other too well to let it drop

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

danced like a goat with a rock stuck in its ass.

heavier than bad luck and twice as ugly.

They only hit you when they care.

Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper

In August Rafa quit his job at the carpet factory—I'm too fucking tired, he complained, and some mornings his leg bones hurt so much he couldn't get out of bed right away. The Romans used to shatter these with iron clubs, I told him while I massaged his shins. The pain would kill you instantly. Great, he said. Cheer me up some more, you fucking bastard.

It can be summed up by saying that suffering is overcome by suffering, and wounds are healed by wounds. For the suffering in suffering is the lack of love, and the wounds in wounds are the abandonment, and the powerlessness in pain is unbelief. And therefore the suffering of abandonment is overcome by the suffering of love, which is not afraid of what is sick and ugly, but accepts it and takes it to itself in order to heal it. Through

The heart, once broken, stayed broken.

He wonders if this is a lack within himself. Is there a part of the brain from which love comes that in his case has drastically malfunctioned? The world is awash in love—on the radio, in movies, in the pages of novels. Romantic love is the common cultural narrative, yet he seems immune to it. Thus, though he has yet to taste the pain that comes with love, he has experienced pain of a different, related sort: the fear of facing a life without it.

Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours.

so sad she couldn't even cry.

Everything got blended together. A sensation like pain--only worse, because it wasn't a pain in your body; the pain was in your mind and your mind was you. You were pain itself.

Hope was a thing that gave you pain, and that's what this girl was. A painful sort of hope.

Sara waited a respectful time, knowing there was nothing she could do to ease the woman's pain. Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours.

Silence, too, can be torture.

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.

I tell her I don't have a broken heart. It's still beating, the blood still moves around my body; it only aches when I remember to breathe.