Quotes About Pain

One of heartbreak's chief qualities seemed to be its ability to distort time and distances.

but the pain was old to him, and somehow it had become a part of him. He could bear it and speak of it. It had shaped him; he had accomodated it. He had loved abd he had lost and it had made him who he was.

It hurt. And just as there seemed to be no end in the kinds of pleasure he could give or to the ways in which she loved him, and because of this, no end to the way he could hurt her, again and again and again.

Love.' What a wilderness of pain, of yearning, of loss could be contained in that word. Patient and kind nonsense, is how Lady Fennimore had put it. Love wasn't for cowards; he wondered if it was for the wise. He supposed love itself made you stupid at first, or no one, no one would ever fall in love at all.

the kind of pounding in his skull that made him immediately wish he could twist it off his neck and hurl it out the window.

Why does anyone love anyone?" she said. He shifted on the bench and blew out a breath. "I don't know. I know it's the only thing that makes life bearable. And it's the only thing that makes life unbearable.

She didn't want to need anything, particularly something—or someone—she quite simply couldn't have. Too much had been taken from her already, and she'd had enough of accommodating pain, of straightening her spine, of soldiering on

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

Everything seems to be working. Except me. I'm broken.

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

The pool is their sanctuary, their refuge, the one place on earth they can go to escape from their pain, for it is only down below in the waters that their symptoms begin to abate. The moment I see that painted black line, I feel fine.

Niekas nelaimi karo.Visi pralaimi

The loon placed both palms down on the concrete in front of her and—CRACK!—smacked her forehead hard on the ground.

Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter.

Can this be love that twists and tears the heart so? Does love give nothing but the power to hurt each other? Is this what makes the simplest touch blend longing and terror in equal measure? Whatever this is, it feels like a mortal wound.

To lose you is to spill my heart's blood. I do not know if I can bear the pain.

Folk are easy hurt, no doubt about that. Easy wounded. Easy broken.

I felt as though a sympathetic hand were tending the wounds where thorns had stabbed me. . .

I do not want any man to see me suffer.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

When I looked at you from a distance you would smile invitingly, but when I approached, the smile would change into mist and obstruct my view. ... It may be that someone else's tenderness can be experienced only as pain.

Lo invadió una tristeza como la luz del alba... Bien podían lamerse mutuamente las heridas. Pero, de persistir en las heridas que no se cierran nunca, terminarían por quedarse sin lengua.