Quotes About Pain

No hay palabras para lo que te ha ocurrido. No hay nada positivo. Pero tienes algo por lo que vivir.

Não sinto apenas a dor física, mas tudo o que perdi, que é profundo, catastrófico e que deixará uma cratera em mim que nada poderá preencher. Mas também sinto tudo o que tenho na minha vida, que inclui tudo o que perdi, assim como o grande desconhecido daquilo que a vida ainda poderá trazer-me.

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

Não sinto apenas a dor física, mas tudo aquilo que perdi, que é profundo, catastrófico e que deixará uma cratera em mim que nada poderá preencher.

He talks about despair, how it thrives in silence.

pain, because the last bus back is pretty

If your in pain,

La ruptura. Todo el mundo habla de ella como si fuera lo más fácil del mundo. No hay más que desplegar los dedos uno por uno hasta abrir por completo la mano. Pero yo llevo tres años con el puño apretado; rígido de tan cerrado, a punto de no volver a abrirse nunca más

This means nothing," she said. "Less than nothing," he lied. "I'll hate myself later." "I hate myself now.

Do you think it takes true pain to experience true pleasure?

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

Remember, the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.

Hope is a demon worse than your Pain.

Pain laughed giddily at the thought, for love brought its own brand of torment. Lots and lots of torment. In the heart, the soul. Both causing a physical ache too intense to be relieved.

I pictured the two of them alone. Perhaps showering together, as Rome and I liked to do. My stomach clenched painfully, amusement forgotten. "Cody, will you take me to the nearest clinic? I need someone to dig the knife out of my back. Lexis might need it again. And the good doctor might want to give me a tetanus shot. I think she bled on me." Stunned silence. I often had that effect.

Kill me then. A true death. Please. You can't leave me like this." "Like This" had been broken, bloody and violated in unspeakable ways. "Anything but that. You'll recover. One day you will even be happy again." "I don't want to recover. I want to cease to exist, now and forever. That's the only way to end my torment.

Flesh heals. The soul can fester.

Physical pain will never compare to mental anguish.

The harder you fight, The more you bleed.

He popped his jaw, trying to relax against a new onslaught of aggression. It wasn't as if he were the only one to suffer, he reminded himself. The other warriors had their own demons—literally and figuratively. Torin, of course, was keeper of Disease. Lucien was keeper of Death. Reyes, of Pain. Aeron, of Wrath. Paris, of Promiscuity. Why couldn't he have been given that last one?

Jump. "Not yet." A few more seconds of anticipation, of knowing most of his bones would shatter on contact. He grinned at the thought. The razor-sharp bone shards would cut his injured, swollen organs and those organs would burst like water balloons; his skin would rip from the excess fluid and this time the lifeblood that drained would be his own. Agony, such blissful agony, would consume him. For a little while, anyway.

You speak as if I actually have a soul. As if mine wasn't ripped from me by lies and betrayal.

Her pain was so strong, so shrill she could almost understand a man's suffering when he had a cold.

the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.