Quotes About Pain

She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. "I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage…I'm not okay." He closed his eyes and held on tight.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

Esto iba a doler, pensó Saxton. Pero esto no iba a romperlo. Finalmente lo superaría. Sanar, seguir adelante. Los corazones se rompen todo el tiempo... ¿No había una canción sobre esto?

Shh," he cut in. "No…talking. I can't…No talking.

No, in his imagination, things ended as they should have, with him stroking Blay's face and willing the lights on so they could look at each other. In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… "I love you," he said into the spray of the shower. "I…love you." As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

The first inhale was— Pretty fucking awful. A

Stepping out into the hall of statues, he rushed down past the marble figures, envying them their calm poses and their serene faces. Sure as shit the everything's-cool routine made being inanimate seem like a good deal. Whereas it meant they felt no joy, they didn't have to go through this burning pain, either.

The dead were immortal in the souls of those they left behind, and the payment for that permanence was pain.

Y el dolor... el dolor hace cambiar a las personas.

The pain, when it hit, had racked his weak body, starting in his abdomen and radiating outward until the tips of his fingers, his toes, the ends of every piece of hair on his head had screamed.

hurt—ever. But especially not like that." God, he

Payne, mírame. —Cuando Payne por fin levantó los ojos para mirarlo, Manny sintió deseos de llorar—. Yo… Dejó la frase sin terminar. La verdad era que la amaba. Totalmente y para siempre. Y esa era precisamente la maldición que lo atenazaba. Nunca la iba a olvidar y jamás habría otro amor en su vida.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Maybe like the arrangement of stars in the night sky, it was all just random, with only the minds of the afflicted and the affluent alike trying to make sense of the great swings of pain and grace ...while the disinterested universe churned on through relentless, infinite time, on a journey to nowhere. Who the fuck knew.

I tried to kill myself last night, he said to her in his head. And I have no idea why.

Her breath was painfully short, and each impotent draw of her rib cage convinced her as nothing else could that life was about suffering more than it was about joy. There had been too many of these moments, too many times the pain and fear took over, too many dark shadows that didn't just lurk, but sucked out all the illumination from the night in which she existed.

When Ehlena finally spoke, her voice was a thin whisper. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me see you in the morgue. Don't do that to me." Rehv squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not doing anything to you." "The hell you aren't." Her voice cracked on a sob. "Ehlena…" -Ehlena & Rehv

John estaba comenzando a entender que las emociones del corazón eran como los tendones del cuerpo. Podías estirarlos y estirarlos, y sentir el dolor del esfuerzo... y hasta cierto punto, la articulación seguía funcionando y la extremidad se podía flexionar, podía soportar peso y seguir siendo útil después de que pasaba la tensión. Hasta que se rompía.

Lies that are fundamental hurt fundamentally.

The young male had been toyed with cruelly, his body a pincushion of shallow stabs. Going by the raw patches on his knees and the gravel in his palms, he'd tried to drag himself away a number of times.

the difference between pain and labor. Pain got your attention. Labor demanded all your attention.

It sucked when you cared about someone and they didn't return your feelings..

I gave him everything and it didn't work out. He didn't love me.