Quotes About Pain

I'm in pain. That's the only way I get your attention

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I'm even having a heart attack, but it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

I'm banged up and bloody and someone seems to be hammering on my left temple from inside my skull.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

Por qué no duermes un poco? -me dice. Porque no puedo soportar las pesadillas, no sin ti, pienso.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

I know any move I would make toward Darius, any act of recognition, would only result in punishment for him. So we just stare into each other's eyes. Darius, now a mute slave; me, now headed to death. What would we say, anyway? That we're sorry for the other's lot? That we ache for the other's pain?

Dead, but not allowed to die.

I'm sorry. About screaming at you yesterday. I've heard worse, she says. You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain. Someone they love. The words numb my tongue as if it's been packed in snow coat. Of course, I love Gale. But what kind of love does she mean? What do *I* mean when I say I love Gale?

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

And then it hits me. They already have. They have kiled her father in those wretched mines. They have sat by as she almost starved to death. They have chosen her as a tribute, then made her watch her sister fight to the death in the Games. She has been hurt far worse than I had at the age of twelve. And even that pales in comparison with Rue's life.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart." Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

I wish she was dead," he says. "I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

Un muto de fuego solo percibe una cosa: la agonía. Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

Pero ¿cuál es el peor dolor? Para mí, siempre es el dolor que está presente.

lap the blood flowing from my wound, each lick

I thought . . . I'll never compete with that. No matter how much pain I'm in.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt … and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.