Quotes About Pain

vous avez poison au coeur

These scars are the least important. The worst scars remain inside.

Sabe lo mejor de los corazones rotos? Que sólo pueden romperse de verdad una vez. Lo demás son rasguños.

The memories we bury under mountains of silence are the ones that never stop haunting us.

If you think you're the only person for whom life is painful, you're wrong. And if you don't mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don't see why?

By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

Vous avez du poison au coeur, mademoiselle.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?' the librarian asked. I shook my head. 'They can only break once. The rest is just scratches.

Si me hubiera detenido a pensarlo, hubiera comprendido que mi devoción no era más que una fuente de sufrimiento. Quizás por eso lo adoraba más, por esa estupidez eterna de perseguir a los que nos hacen daño -C. R. Z.

Tell me Ignatius B., who has broken your heart and left you so angry?

Had I paused to reflect, I would have understood that my devotion to Clara brought me no more than suffering. Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursing those who hurt us the most.

Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.

Those who aren't able to fall in love suffer all the more.

The most sincere pain is experienced alone.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?' the librarian asked. I shook my head. 'They can only really break once. The rest is just scratches.

Don't say another word. If you think you're the only person for whom life is painful, you're wrong. And if you don't mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care- although, to tell the truth, I don't see why.

The truth is what hurts.

What's wrong with him? I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I could tell you it's his heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Quizá por eso la adoraba más, por esa estupidez eterna de perseguir a los que nos hacen daño.

is the sort that breaks a man's heart just walking...

Le podría decir a usted que es el corazón, pero lo que lo mata es la soledad. Los recuerdos son peores que las balas.

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.

Yes, I'm writing and anger and resentment, and I'm ashamed of it, because I no longer know, nor do I care, whether my words are fair or not, whether I'm judging the innocent or whether the fury and the pain that burn me to the core or also blinding me. During these past months I've learned to hate, and it terrifies me to think that I'll die with this bitterness in my heart.