“Hurt strengthens the heart,
Breakdown emboldens backbone.
Scars shared are scars cared,
I stand ready to sip your poison.”
Source: Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
“It feels like the worst act of betrayal in the world, to have the one who's meant to help get rid of my pain be the one making it.”
Source: Notes on Heartbreak
“Here lies one whose name was writ on water.”
“That's the thing about pain: we forget it.”
Source: Notes on Heartbreak
“Kehilangan seseorang yang kita cintai menimbulkan rasa sakit yang serupa dengan ditusuk seribu jarum di bola mata. Rasa sakitnya begitu hebat, sampai kita tidak bisa bergerak, dan bahkan bernapas pun terasa sulit.”
Source: Semua Ikan di Langit
“And her husband’s misery? Has that crossed her mind? Was Jehovah a God too elevated to feel pain? How does that work with a spirit person—and Jehovah is a person—with the praise of angels constantly in His ears? Maybe His hurt is the most profound of all, because of His purity and willingness to give.
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Source: Lamentations: how narcissistic leaders torment church and family
“This is perhaps the inevitable way of the world when the love being born is not first love, not young love, not innocent, but following upon hard experience. Be careful, the world admonishes us. Don’t get hurt again.”
Source: Knife: Meditations After an Attempted Murder
“Since [they] had parted two years before, the slightest thing had the power to move her to pity and distress; it felt as if her heart were bruised forever.”
Source: Lyra's Oxford
“I'm going to really miss missing him, I think. I wish I didn't have to forget how great he was in order to feel OK about what's happened. I wish he wasn't a 'was' but an 'is'. I wish he didn't have to be caged up in the past tense.”
Source: Notes on Heartbreak
“Now, here I lie, on this cold, sterile bed,
Staring at the ceiling, wishing I were dead.
Counting the hours, till peace comes to me,
Longing for an end, from this misery.”
Source: 18 Stitches Of Love