Her Pain Quotes

#1. Her pain was so jagged. You couldn't touch her without it slicing through you too. I wanted to fold myself around her and absorb the rest of the blows life would deliver.

Tarryn Fisher

#2. We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If ever you love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.

Robert Jordan

#3. There's no direction I can go in. If I met someone else, what meaning would there be left? If the pain goes, does that mean I never loved her? How can I get over it? I can't, I mustn't. But what else am I going to do?

Marie Phillips

#4. There was nothing but pain in store for her, yet she cried with happiness and couldn't stop.

Ludmilla Petrushevskaya

#5. Out of her pocket and answers it. I didn't hear it ring. "Mr. Grey," she says. Leila and I turn to look at her. Prescott closes her eyes as if in pain.

E.L. James

#6. Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, Touch her, I'll break your neck.

Laurelin Paige

#7. Issie?"
After a second her voice comes out small and tired. "I'm not here."
"Oh." I back up so I can stare at the bathroom door. No feet. "Then I should probably freak out because the toilet is talking back to me, huh? A little too many pain meds for Zara today.

Carrie Jones

#8. Losing something she loved had ripped her open in a way she had not expected. The pain hurt, but the pain was right. The Order had wrought a galaxy in which good capitulated to evil, where human feelings - Aryn's feelings - were crushed under the weight of Jedi nonattachment.

Paul S. Kemp

#9. Whispers of death crawled through her brain like insects swarming a feast. Murmurs of pain and torture sent shivers of dread down her spine. Gathering her courage, Alaina turned to face him.
"It all started with the attic . . .

Gina Salamon

#10. For the first time since her return, she felt pain, a violent pain, but it made her feel alive, because it was worth feeling.

Ayn Rand

#11. She felt free of everything that weighted her down on Earth. Free of danger, free of any pain she'd ever felt. Free of gravity.And so in love.

Lauren Kate

#12. For a moment she could feel his emotions again, as close as if they were her own. Awe mixed with fierce protectiveness, and a thread of pain so intense she wanted to take the hurt from him.

Stephanie Garber

#13. Tears sprang from her eyes and she bit her lip to stop herself from howling at the bright pain.

Stephen M. Irwin

#14. There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all,I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.

Mrinaal

#15. I had to face: I had chosen. My choice, this was love. I had chosen I think the way out of the chains of the cage. I needed this woman. Without her to choose over myself, there was only pain and not choosing, rolling drunkenly and making fantasies of death.

David Foster Wallace

#16. Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

Anthony Liccione

#17. He put his forehead against hers.
"Alannah, my heart is yours." He said softly.
"And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping." Her last words falling to a strained whisper.

B.C. Morin

#18. Weirdly, an image of Adrian's Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it
apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.

Richelle Mead

#19. Nana acts like a stray cat, wild, free, and proud ... But inside her heart, she houses a wound. Dense as I am, i thought that. This trait of hers was a part of her charm as well..but she never realized how much pain it brought her ... -Nana Komatsu

Ai Yazawa

#20. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#21. They prickled her like thorns and leaves growing under her skin, and she felt the ache of a glass vine caging her forearm. They would crack, and the jagged pieces would cut into her wrists. Her blood would tint the glass. It would splinter and cut deeper into her.

Anna-Marie McLemore

#22. Rowan waited, knowing she was gathering the words, hating the pain and sorrow and guilt on every line of her body. He'd sell his soul to the dark god to never have her look like that again.

Sarah J. Maas

#23. She needed to understand her pain and why it had brought her here.

Holly Bourne

#24. It is only in pain that a woman is capable of rising above mediocrity. Her resistance to pain is infinite; one can use and abuse it without any fear that she will die, as long as some childish physical cowardice or some religious hope keeps her from the suicide that offers her a way out.

Colette

#25. She wore her scars
as her best attire.
A stunning dress
made of hellfire.

Daniel Saint

#26. Her essay about the wedding ring was short. Kerr wrote: "Things are just things - they have no power to hurt or to heal. Only people can do that. And we can all choose whether to be hurt or healed by the people who love us."
That was all.
And that was everything.

Jack Canfield

#27. He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.

Victor Hugo

#28. Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide,
First strip off all her equipage of Pride,
Deduct what is but Vanity or Dress,
Or Learning's Luxury or idleness,
Or tricks, to show the stretch of the human brain
Mere curious pleasure or ingenious pain.

Alexander Pope

#29. It seems you didn't understand me," Rakel said, adjusting her grip on his hand. She had to spit the words out around the pain that tore through her. "When I say that love is pure, I mean it stands unrivaled in its power.

K.M. Shea

#30. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

Oscar Wilde

#31. My dance teacher said "you are not a real dancer until your toes bleed from pointing all day" so I did just that. At that time when I went back to her she said "bravo. You have learned to live with pain. You are a real dancer.

Dancer

#32. A mother who undergoes a nine-month pregnancy is likely to feel that the product of all that pain and discomfort 'belongs' to her.

Shulamith Firestone

#33. ... Her lips an island in the sudden white sea of pain that came in a shining, unbearable, rising, blinding wave and swept him clean.

Ernest Hemingway,

#34. Disbelief. Pain. Resolve. Christ, she was exquisite. He was going to screw her ten different ways until she couldn't stand up, and then send her home to wipe the floor with that man.

Kitty French

#35. INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams.

William Gibson

#36. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#37. In one swift motion she's out of his arms twirling about. Startled and then ecstatic, she feels lighter than air, laughing in spite of herself. Light hearted, she keeps spinning feeling the stress and pain strip away from her. She was surprised by how confident she felt. How alive.

Solange Nicole

#38. Sebastian lay a few feet away from her, on his back. There was a great blackened hole across the front of his chest. He turned his head toward her, his face taut and white with pain, and her heart contracted.
His eyes were green.

Cassandra Clare

#39. The loss of her parents was an echo now. She hadn't stopped missing them and figured she never would. It was just that it was no longer a pain she ran from, but a lesson in how love morphs with loss and what you remember of those you loved.

J.H. Croix

#40. As usual in the very young, she marveled that people could be so selfishly oblivious to her pain and the world rock along just the same, in spite of her heartbreak. Her

Margaret Mitchell

#41. I wanted to eat her pain, take it into me and make it my own.

Ann Patchett

#42. As a man, I have to accept responsibility for all the pain I've ever caused her and Rose'.

Mz. Lady P

#43. She put her hand on my shoulder, and her eyes let me know, just crouch down, hold tight, there's a little bit of pain for you, but not too much.

Rebecca Lee

#44. She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.

Kristin Hannah

#45. I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.

Craig Stone

#46. Elli-" Neve lies down next to him. "It is not easy being friend with someone who has depression. Not because it's a burden, but because you love them. So their pain becomes your own." She rests her hand on his chest. "You really expect me to just sit by and do nothing ?

Nelou Keramati

#47. Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Gayle Forman

#48. Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter's drop cloth.
She felt no pain.
She saw no light.
She heard, but barely.
Her heart was still and silent.
Yet she did not die.

Michael Grant

#49. When the suffering of another creature causes you to feel pain, do not submit to the initial desire to flee from the suffering one, but on the contrary, come closer, as close as you can to her who suffers, and try to help her.

Leo Tolstoy

#50. There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

David Levithan

#51. I don't know the pain she's speaking from, but I know it's deep. It makes her hard and yet so terribly soft. It's her thorns and it's her hand reaching out from the thicket.

Isaac Marion

#52. She put her hand over her heart. Oh boy. It hurts. It's a real pain. Right here.

Elizabeth Berg

#53. Girlfriends aren't allowed to care if you have Stilton socks. Friends are." All the same, she gave her hands a quick, professional shake and took hold of my foot. "Plus, you might be less of a pain in the arse if you got more action.

Tana French

#54. So often parents of abused children feel helpless. When a child falls, and scrapes her knees parents can erase the hurt by kissing it and putting a Band-Aid on it, but not so with the pain of sexual abuse.

Erin Merryn

#55. Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.

Jacqueline Wilson

#56. Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

Robert Southey

#57. I asked her why my father resisted the guards when they always won in the end. Why didn't he just save himself the pain and pay them what they wanted? She told me that sometimes, you can't choose what happens to you, but you can choose who you become because of it. That's why my father fought back.

Jessica Khoury

#58. Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.

Kristin Cashore

#59. The day will come when we strike you down," she's saying. "Mark my words. We will haunt your nightmares."

I clench my fists and fling an illusion of pain across her body. "I am the nightmare.

Marie Lu

#60. Sissie knew that she had to stop herself from crying. Why weep for them? In fact, stronger in her was the desire to ask somebody why the entire world has had to pay so much and is still paying so much for some folks' unhappiness.

Ama Ata Aidoo

#61. I give her sadness and the gift of pain,
a new moon madness and a love of rain.

Dorothy Parker

#62. Violet remembered that slap; later her mother had called it a "love tap," as if to further confuse love with pain.

Koren Zailckas

#63. For years her emotions lay behind a wall she had constructed: the yearnings, the desires, the disappointment, and the pain.

Lacy Danes

#64. Bliss braided it's way through her, explosive and terrifying. Every pain she'd endured over the years disappeared from memory. Their mouths made seamless, perfect fit. Every tilt, every breath, every tangle of their tongues was as if she'd found where she belonged.

Robin Bielman

#65. Before and since, all her effort was directed not on avoiding pain but on getting through it as quickly as possible.

Toni Morrison

#66. She would not risk to grow so fond of her home that it was a pain to leave it; she preferred to remain a wayfarer, sauntering through life with a heart keen to detect beauty, and a mind, open and unbiased, ready to laugh at the absurd.

W. Somerset Maugham

#67. Bethany." His quiet voice intruded.
Her heart turned over heavily. "This is real right?"
His face contorted as if he were in pain. "Yes, it's real."
Crazy people probably did things like this all the time. Asked their imaginary alien friends if they were real, and of course, they'd say yes.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#68. But it was Finnikin he tried not to look at, except her heard something come from him that sound like some wild animal and then Finnikin said her name and as long as Froi was alive he had never heard a word said with such pain and he knew he never would again.

Melina Marchetta

#69. She took part of my pain and made it her own. I didn't want her to hurt, but to share my scars with another human was a relief that I hadn't even known I needed until I got it.

Mia Sheridan

#70. I'm not really sure why. But ... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger ... and I still loved her. I still do.

Brandon Sanderson

#71. Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved her from all the truths and lies.

Anthony Liccione

#72. Wolf ... " "How long? How long ago ... ?" She scrunched her shoulders against her neck. "Five days." He grimaced and turned away, his face contorting with pain that had nothing to do with his wounds. Cinder

Marissa Meyer

#73. For the first time, she felt proud to lay claim to her gender. Perhaps men had life easier. But they would never know this. They would never walk the shadow lands of pain and death to be part of the miracle of life.

Kathleen Baldwin

#74. I've seen knives pierce the chest,
Children dying in the road
Crawling things hooked and baited,
Rapists bound and then castrated,
Villains singed in public square.
Yet none these sights did make me cringe
Like when my Love cut all her hair.

Roman Payne

#75. I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.

Stephenie Meyer

#76. Do you still - " He scratched behind his ear. "Do you still want me to come back with you? Now that I'm ... that I ... " He sucked in a quick breath. "Do you still want me?" Wolf seemed like he was in pain. Actual pain. Her heart softened. "Wol - " She paused and swallowed. "Ze'ev." His

Marissa Meyer

#77. If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.

James Dashner

#78. She wasn't totally unaware of herself, though. She knew there was pain, but in the same way she knew the sun was hot. It was far away and only tendrils of it reached her.

Amber Argyle

#79. Her father was soothed by these attentions, as if pain were an appetite for comforting of just this kind.

Marilynne Robinson

#80. I saw everyone, a shifting sea of discomfort and sadness, each person carrying his own pain, each telling her own stories, no story more or less tragic or triumphant than any other.

Jennifer Brown

#81. An unfamiliar pain ripped through my chest as I gazed down at her, constricting my throat. I couldn't explain it, but it was...nice. I wouldn't have traded the pain for anything in the world.

Kelley R. Martin

#82. Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

Charlotte Bronte

#83. She was crying for it all at last
for the pain and loss and fear and anger, for the war and what it had done to her and to all of them, for the knowledge of evil she could never shake, for the horror of where she'd been and what she'd done to survive.

Kristin Hannah

#84. I know my name now. Love Warrior. I came from Love and I am Love and I will return to Love. Love casts out fear. A woman who has recovered her true identity as a Love Warrior is the most powerful force on earth. All the darkness and shame and pain in the world can't defeat her.

Glennon Doyle Melton

#85. I sat there for a moment and thought about my mom. It was her groans of pain that would get me the most. Sometimes they didn't even sound human. Sometimes she sounded like a cow, and for some weird reason, that made me think about hamburgers and I suddenly realized how starved I was.

Adam Rapp

#86. It was as if her heart had some instinctual longing for misery and pain.

Julie Plec

#87. The suffering was shaping her perception about life, her values, priorities, goals and dreams.

A.A. Gupte

#88. Growing ever smaller in the distance. Carrying that pain and sadness back with her to the lair where it, and she, lived.

James Sallis

#89. We are all connected. What unites us is our common humanity. I don't want to oversimplify things - but the suffering of a mother who has lost her child is not dependent on her nationality, ethnicity or religion. White, black, rich, poor, Christian, Muslim or Jew - pain is pain - joy is joy.

Desmond Tutu

#90. Her stare was direct and unwavering, full of confidence earned from painful experience ...

Dean Koontz

#91. I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

Francesca Lia Block

#92. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She

William Goldman

#93. I had to make her mine, she had to be mine. Now. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Every fucking tomorrow. No games, no more pain. Just me and her, loving and laughing. Living. Really living. Fuck, I could live if I had her. I could really live.

Lucian Bane

#94. Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands.

Mie Hansson

#95. He felt the pressure of her love as she squeezed his fingers, and then there was nothing. Except the pain. But nothing else, no Heather, no hospital, no staff men, no light. And no sound. It was an eternal moment and it absorbed him completely.

Philip K. Dick

#96. Heaven be praised, no one had heard her cry that ignominious cry, stop pain, stop! She had not obviously taken leave of her senses. No one had seen her step off her strip of board into the waters of annihilation.

Virginia Woolf

#97. Her shortsightedness had almost brought the entire multiverse to oblivion. That Admiral Janeway had chosen to die so her younger self and crew might live, but had that been a noble sacrifice? Or was it her only escape from pain she no longer knew how to endure? How

Kirsten Beyer

#98. Love! Who ever said that love
made the world go round? Love was a killing pain, an addiction that had to be fed; yet even in her pain she
knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Linda Howard

#99. There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self
because she does not know where to find it.

Lawrence Durrell

#100. This wasn't her room or her bed, and it sure as hell wasn't her body. Tears welled and trickled slowly from eyes not her own. Then the pain started. Still, she couldn't move. She could only endure. Terror clawed

Dale Mayer