Quotes About Pain

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.

Jusqu'où faut-il s'enfuir pour guérir une absence? Jusqu'où faut-il s'enfuir pour échapper à sa douleur, à son ombre, à sa vie?

Martin comprit alors que ni le temps ni la distance n'avait tempéré son amour. Mais un amour qui vous fait souffrir à en crever est-il vraiment un amour ?

Martin, lui, pensa à Gabrielle. Elle était son énigme, son amour et sa blessure. Pour toujours et à jamais. Car il y a des douleurs dans la vie dont on ne peut pas guérir.

Certains disent qu'on reconnaît le grand amour lorsqu'on s'aperçoit que le seul être au monde qui pourrait vous consoler est justement celui qui vous a fait mal.

Certains souvenirs sont comme un cancer : une rémission n'est pas toujours une guérison.

En pleno desconcierto, se lamenta por haberse cruzado con el amor porque ahora no sabe como continuar viviendo. Cada dia se convence de que manana todo sera mejor, que el tiempo lo cura todo, pero al dia siguente se hunde todavia mas.

Modrice su nestale, ali su rane još uvek bile tu.

A kada je bol prejak i kad udarci postanu neizdrživi, onda se zavu?emo u sebe i ?ekamo da oluja pro?e. Uvek do?e trenutak kada se neprijatelj umori. Uvek do?e trenutak kada se, najzad, ukaže nada za spas.

Fiziksel bir yara almadan nas?l bu kadar ac? çekilebilirdim?

I ne poznavaju?i je, on je ose?ao da njih dvoje dele isti bol. Ona je svoj nosila kao zastavu, a on je svoj skrivao iza titule doktora. Mada, na kraju krajeva, pripadali su istoj grupi.

Mais un amour qui vous fait souffrir à en crever est-il vraiment un amour ?

Ima iskušenja koje ?ovjek nikada istinski ne prevazi?e, ali koja preživi uprkos svemu. Jedan dio mene je bio otcijepljen, ubijen, uništen. Prošlost me je i dalje gušila, ali imala sam sre?u što sam kraj sebe imala ljude koji mi nisu dali da potonem.

She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.

What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? A moment of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber. A ghost. That's what I am.

You never truly know who you are until you get really, deeply hurt.

De todos los fantasmas, los fantasmas de nuestros amores pasados son los peores.

Las cosas que hacemos por amor son desagradables, dementes, llenas de sudor y remordimiento —caminó hacia Edith, quien se contuvo para no gritar. —Este amor te quema y te mutila y te retuerce de adentro hacia fuera. Es un amor monstruoso y nos transforma en monstruos.

the water in this cave is small but we begin to heal and it is better water than the last water no water should bring pain water should not be flat water should not be smooth water should not be empty water should not have a shape there is no shape of water

She reaches out to him. To herself. There is no difference. She understands now. She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.

Guillermo Rosales

In this world when you ask of happiness Pain steps forward

In this world when you ask for happiness Pain steps forward