How many times have you been called an abomination?” he whispers. “A monster? Worthless?”Too many times.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

I knew a kid who stuck a knife in the toaster on a few occasions. He learned it hurt. He grew up to be a great electrician.

Meg’s eyes were too bright. “I wish human beings couldn’t have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

It wasn't so much that Lola Plum believed she'd learned her lesson in love. Lola Plum was just realistic about life.

Privilege is when you contribute to the oppression of others and then claim that you are the one being discriminated against.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing." ~ Sam (Hilary Duff), A Cinderella Story

The dead can't hurt you, they're dead. Living things can hurt you, living people can hurt you but the dead can't.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.

Is that love, do you think?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "Being crazy about someone no matter how much they hurt you?

Brute force will sometimes get you through a challenge, but usually not without hurting and depleting yourself in the process.

Why don't I forget the past? Because those memories and I haven't change when everything else is changed including you.