Quotes About Pain

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I do not know how I got through without breaking down, without my heart bursting from sorrow and shame.

The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.

If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.

Torture can be a two edged sword.

The real knife to a man's heart was his woman's tears.

Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.

He'd been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He'd said things to drive her away--and she'd gone. She'd managed to take pieces of him with her. She'd stolen those pieces from him, and he'd known when she'd left, he wasn't going to get them back.

What? What's so funny? Some idiot tried to put a stake through your heart, and he didn't even hit the darn thing! For which I am grateful. And I am even more grateful that you rescued me. I did not like being imprisoned and in such pain.

You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.

You are such a baby when it comes to me. I see you all rough and tough when you're scaring everyone around you with your bad-boy image and you fall apart because I'm in pain.

He made her want to cry. She was no one's miracle. More like their nightmare.

The past wouldn't let her go, not her love for him and not her memories of his betrayal. "I remember." She choked out the words against his throat. "Can you hear me screaming in pain? Can you, Sasha? It's so deep I can't ever get it out and it's locked inside me forever." He crushed her to him. "Yes. I'm screaming too." He held her, staying to the shadows, his face buried in her silken hair.

Two humans and a betrayer. They had taken his past, shattered his mind, and imprisoned him in a living hell. Worst of all they had taken away his ability to protect his lifemate. They had created a monster the likes of which they could not conceive.

There was an ominous crack, and Slovensky screamed under the heavy load on his spine. "Damn you to hell," Slovensky snarled. "My brother will track you down." Mikhail said nothing, simply watching the havoc Gregori created. Mikhail would have killed James Slovensky outright, without the drama Gregori had such a flair for, but he was tired, his body in a precarious state. He had no wish to drain his energy further.

For the first time in centuries of living, Mikhail was forced to rely on another being. Gregori. The dark one. A royal pain in the neck. I read your thoughts, my friend. Mikhail stirred, pain shafting through him. More rocks fell on Slovensky in retaliation, covering him like a blanket, beginning to form a macabre grave. As you were meant to.

His body hurt all the time. The bullets had torn into him; not only him, but his leopard as well, nearly killing both of them. He wished they had succeeded.

The night sky was dark and cloudy and felt very much like her weeping heart.

Sometimes grief brings things out in people better left hidden.

The lost soul whose heart reaches out to grasp love While his arms were forced through precedent to hang lifeless Whose very soul cries out to a love that cannot be returned Where can a substitute, a partial relief be found? How can a futureless life go on? Yet, it does. Year after year, the body lives, while the soul dies.

I am not functioning very well. Living with the knowledge that the baby is dead is painful. I feel so far away from you, God. I can only try to believe that you are sustaining me and guiding me through this. Please continue to stand by my side.

Teasing is very often a sign of inner misery.