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  • #1
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #2
    John Green
    “The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #3
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral's Kiss

  • #4
    Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
    “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
    Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

  • #5
    John Lennon
    “One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.”
    John Lennon

  • #6
    Bob Dylan
    “Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.”
    Bob Dylan

  • #7
    Chase Brooks
    “When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.”
    Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance

  • #8
    Tiffanie DeBartolo
    “Did you really want to die?"
    "No one commits suicide because they want to die."
    "Then why do they do it?"
    "Because they want to stop the pain.”
    Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

  • #9
    Katie McGarry
    “The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”
    Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

  • #10
    C.S. Lewis
    “Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

  • #11
    Jodi Picoult
    “The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.”
    Jodi Picoult

  • #12
    James Baldwin
    “I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”
    James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

  • #13
    David Richo
    “Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.”
    David Richo

  • #14
    Fernando Pessoa
    “The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #15
    “Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?”
    JoAnne Kenrick, When A Mullo Loves A Woman

  • #16
    Tarryn Fisher
    “What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”
    “One is a choice, and one is not.”
    Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein

  • #17
    Vironika Tugaleva
    “A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.”
    Vironika Tugaleva, The Love Mindset: An Unconventional Guide to Healing and Happiness

  • #18
    Stacey Jay
    “We're soul mates," he says. "We are forever. Our kind of love cannot be destroyed.”
    Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal

  • #19
    Rabindranath Tagore
    “Unending Love

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.

    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
    It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
    Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
    You become an image of what is remembered forever.

    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
    At the heart of time, love of one for another.
    We have played along side millions of lovers,
    Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
    the distressful tears of farewell,
    Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
    The love of all man's days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
    And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
    Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

  • #20
    “I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
    Maybe we’re from the same star.”
    Emery Allen

  • #21
    J. Sterling
    “I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.”
    J. Sterling, In Dreams

  • #22
    “Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”
    Robert Brault

  • #23
    Dianna Hardy
    “A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet.”
    Dianna Hardy, The Witching Pen

  • #24
    L.M. Montgomery
    “You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

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    Terri Herman-Poncé
    “We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”
    Terri Herman-Poncé, In This Life

  • #27
    Cathy Hopkins
    “Who says you only get one? If you're lucky, you will meet The One, The Two, The Three.....and so on.

    Nesta”
    Cathy Hopkins, Mates, Dates, and Tempting Trouble

  • #28
    Laura   Davis
    “Abuse manipulates and twists a child’s natural sense of trust and love. Her innocent feelings are belittled or mocked and she learns to ignore her feelings. She can’t afford to feel the full range of feelings in her body while she’s being abused—pain, outrage, hate, vengeance, confusion, arousal. So she short-circuits them and goes numb. For many children, any expression of feelings, even a single tear, is cause for more severe abuse. Again, the only recourse is to shut down. Feelings go underground.”
    Laura Davis, Allies in Healing: When the Person You Love Was Sexually Abused as a Child

  • #29
    GG Renee Hill
    “She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
    He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
    He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
    She had desperately wanted his promises.
    She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
    Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
    He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
    If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
    If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
    He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
    If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
    He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
    She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
    She thought her love would change him.
    He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
    He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
    He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
    Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
    His dark heart concealed.
    She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
    Wide open, exposed to deception.
    It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
    It was blinding the way she wanted him.
    She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
    She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
    He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
    Intimacy would lead to his undoing—in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
    When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
    Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
    She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
    He stirred her core.
    The place she dared not enter.
    The place she could not stir for herself.
    But something wasn’t right.
    His eyes were cold and dark.
    His energy, unaffected.
    He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
    Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
    And her heart stopped.”
    G.G. Renee Hill, The Beautiful Disruption

  • #30
    Peter Hitchens
    “Is there any point in public debate in a society where hardly anyone has been taught how to think, while millions have been taught what to think?”
    Peter Hitchens



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