What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

one of the most painful things in life is to be considered as meaningless in an environment where you think you are truly meaningful

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

I can do pain. That's the easy part of life. It's everything else, happines, laughter, love, that's fucking complicated.

The past, rich with it's pains and joys, shuffles before me, relieving the weary dullness of endless days. I rejoice; I agonize.

When we can't let go of the past, painful moments accumulate in us; metastasizing in our consciousness like an emotional cancer.

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

Memories haunting her,laughters chasing her,sweet talks stalking her.Everywhere she go,everything she does,it all leads back to him.

Ironically, torture requires empathy, too, in the sense that one cannot deliberately inflict pain without realizing what is painful.

His pain hurt me in a way I'd never felt before. It was worse than my own pain. My strength wavered. I felt completely powerless.

I’ll bet I could find some hurtful words in a pile of sticks and stones. Something like an insincere and deceptive "I love you.

Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.