Quotes About Pain

Rory said he loved me but wouldn't hold my hand in public. & he wanted so badly to end the pain, but it never went away, it stayed with the people that loved him.

I am happy not because I am without pain, but because I know I am not that pain.

I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore.I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity.This desire will be my end.

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It's the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

The one who can draw your widest smileis also the one who can throw youto the farthest exile

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

Pain will humble ones soul, my pain was necessary as it humbled me beyond my limitations, I do not rush what is meant to be slow, patience".

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they're gone, and maybe it's that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you're near enough.

Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.

You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.

When the gates of mockery and abuse is opened, the heart becomes a shock absorber

He was foolish enough to fall completely in love with someone who didn't think he had a heart.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.

Whenever you are depressed, write your signature on a paper and write and write finally you ll have pain in you hand than your mind.

If You Really Feel Beloved Pain Then Do Not Repeat Things Which cause of Pain Again

I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed.

It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.

You can't keep messing me around like this. It's been going on too long. I can't take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You're like a disease to me.

Hate born from too many tears and too little Love

Yes, writing comes easy for me and it's also a painful, arduous process. I love writing. I hate writing. I never want to write again, and I want to write all day, everyday.

It's not love that you hate, it's the loved one who betrayed.

Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.