painful-love

In fact, she [Pamela Flitton] seemed to prefer 'older men' on the whole, possibly because of their potentiality for deeper suffering. Young men might superficially transcend their seniors in this respect, but they probably showed less endurance in sustaining that state, while, once pinioned, the middle-aged could be made to writhe almost indefinitely.

When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

He started to estrange her... And they became strangers Who knew each other's heart, So broken as they drifted apart.

Withdraw from talking about leaving someone behind. Just rekindle the friendship and love while you still have that moment together.

Suffer you will, one way or another

I knew that the pain I felt now was here to stay. In many forms. Through many nights.

We cannot achieve personal enlightenment _ a clarification of our souls _ until we cease deluding ourselves. We must accept that life includes witnessing and personally experiencing pain.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn__ make it better.

I don't defend pain, But I do respect its ability to make us stronger and wiser after it stings.

Think of it, I literally had to touch death and be born again to live a glimpse of the life that I never had.

Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.

My heart is not brave or big. It is not cruel either. It is not strong at all. I keep it within this iron cage for a reason. Breathe on it wrong and I will die... Just go now. I would rather let you see my face, than my heart.

February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex.I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias. There were no more tears for him. Swirling eddies of vodka, pills, fattening food, and tears. Vortexes corralled other vortexes. They joined forces with the eyes of other storms far out into the Gulf, and Atlantic, and castrated my heart first, then everything below the neck. Fuck the heart; my brain was mauled into mush. He didn__ have a heart__nd possibly, neither did I. The heart had nothing to do with a whirlpool of circles and left and rights I navigated.

True love is many things and can survive the strongest and most painful of times. When love comes out the other side of a fire, it may be scarred forever, but this bruised love is somehow only greater for having survived the pain.

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

To him, freedom was greater than love. She hated that. Because she had always thought that love was freedom.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.