Quotes About Pain

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

That's the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

I can't lose you again. It really will kill me this time.

I want it all to go away. I want to go away. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it. I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart.

Love is a bitch.

it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

How can you believe someone to be so beautiful and amazing and just about the most magical person you've ever known, when it turns out she was in such pain that she had to drink poison to rob her cells of oxygen until her heart had no choice but to stop beating?

No te asustes. Las mujeres pueden soportar los mayores dolores. Ya lo descubrirás tú también. ¡Joder, joder!

What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

There is a blinding flash, a pain that rips through me for one searing instant, a silent scream from my broken body. For the first time, I can sense how fully agonizing staying will be.

maybe coming back to your old life would just be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.

I'm not crying because of how much I hurt. I'm crying because of how much I feel.

I lost them, too. Except even back then, it had been different, like there'd been a barrier. That's the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Bruised but not broken," Dr Robinet told me before I left. I though the was talking about my spirit, but he'd been referring to my ribs.

Que puedo decirte? El amor es una mala arpía.

It's the hoping that makes it hurt.

Él tenía razón, después de todo; no dejó una cicatriz, aunque parte de mí desearía que lo hubiese hecho. Por lo menos tendría alguna evidencia, alguna justificación de esta permanencia. Las manchas son aún peores cuando eres el único que puede verlas.

And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take it anymore. Until I cannot be like this one second longer. There is a blinding flash, a pain that rips through me for one searing instant, a silent scream from my broken body. For the first time, I can sense how fully agonizing staying will be.

He talks about despair, how it drives in silence.