Quotes About Pain

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

The reality, certainly in my life, is that we all have love stories that go terribly wrong; we all have horribly broken hearts. And somehow we endure. We're not destroyed by it.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

I've learned that hurting you feels infinitely worse than being hurt myself.

I have a bad habit, in the shows that I run, of killing off the people that I love.

I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.

There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

Love makes you wise. Love unites. Pain divides. Hate divides even more. Hate separates and brings us down to a very physical plane. Love elevates us to a plane of spirit.

Tragedy is the violation of love.

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

She found a dark satisfaction in pain—because that pain came from him.

What knows he of love who has not been obliged to despise just what he loved

Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.

Don't go looking for boys in the darkThey will say pretty things thenleave you with scars.Do go looking for boys in the parkFor that is where the true gentlemen are.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

Lauren Kate, Torment

The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

I think about you every second of every day and I don't know how to get over you, " she says."Don't, " I beg her. "Please don't get over me.

I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we're imagining it. Because it is the most painful kind of hope there is.

Trust undone will lead to heartache and pain. So I ask you to be honest and truthful in your love for me.

I died of a broken heart.Oh! And the gunshot wound to the chest!