Quotes About Pain

knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question

The weight in my pocket nudges my thigh, suddenly becomes my knife. I put my hand to its unforgiving outline and can't stop crying years of tears because if I don't stab my father with my weapon, then he is going to stab me with his.

won't say anything, won't burst into tears and buckle under the weight of this last, awful straw.

Desire gives pain to the heart from which springs both hope and worry. Out of suspicion I make mistakes that grow into lasting ills. And from my stubborn delusions come a thousand deceits, which later I accept as damage I've done.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

No matter how much you tell yourself your over someone, your heart knows the truth

the truth is, he just doesn't love me.

Emotional attachments are messy. They end with broken hearts and stalking.

She's the only girl who's ever broken my heart, and it's a very weird, uncomfortable feeling for me. I like to be the one doing the heartbreaking. Well, not really. No one ever likes to break someone's heart, but sometimes it has to be done.

When people start liking people, that's when someone has the ability to get hurt.

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another.

Because, let's face it—no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.

El dolor psíquico experimentado por las poblaciones subordinadas debe ser tratado como ideología, no como un conocimiento anterior a la caída de Adán y Eva o como una teoría social comprensiva condensada... Pensar otra cosa implica afirmar que el dolor es meramente banal, una historia que ya siempre se ha contado.

Not everyone deals with what they don't like or understand in a positive way. Some people are going to judge you. Sometimes it's someone you really love and being rejected by them is incredibly painful.

I laugh because your pain is amusing.

Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.

It wasn't that he didn't love me, because I knew he did. As for me, I loved him so much it hurt.

In my bedroom, I squeezed shut my eyes, because it was too hard, that memory. Too hard, too painful, too much like losing a slice of myself, which, in fact, I had.

She felt justified in hurting him, because he had hurt her...but now all her justifications fell away like dead butterflies...

I have not healed so much as learned to sit still and wait while pain does its dancing work, trying not to panic or twist in ways that make the blades tear deeper, finally infecting the wounds.

I felt a clot in my throat, something that wouldn't let language come. ... And there is also a dream I have over and over again, of opening up my mouth and finding my tongue studded with broken glass, so every word is a wound.

Individuality involves pain. Tear ONE sheet of paper into sections and you will hear the sound of ripping. Each time you tear a piece, the paper lets out a cry. This is the pain of separation, the necessary, but unpleasant, phase of the Ultimate Reality knowing Itself. In other words, the One becomes the Many. This is the separation for the chance of union.

Too often, people carry around so much pain in their hearts, that they surround their hearts with an impenetrable wall.