#pain

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#growing-up #moving-on #paint #painting #purple

Sebastian tapped his index finger on the polished wood thoughtfully. Yes, it was a universal truth: some things once broken were broken forever—like trust. It might be patched up and smoothed over, but it would always be the thing that had once been shattered. ↗

— Carol Oates

#pain #trust #love

По гръбнака й преминаха парливи тръпки. (...) Винаги нещо й подсказваше да се пази от тази чувственост. Ала какво трябваше да пази сега? Една унизена гордост, едно оскърбено честолюбие, една стъпкана любов. ↗

— Димитър Димов

#love #pain #борис #гордост #димитър

I'd prefer pain than Love, because there are no ups and downs, pain remains consistent , but Love is a diplomat. ↗

— Aditya Chandel

#love

(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#bitch #cale #fool #foolish #foolishness

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears? ↗

— Anne Brontë

#hope #love #pain #tears #love

I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody's dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way that their hand knows best . I feel as much a unity , as much comradeship , with painters as I do writers . ↗

— Clive Barker

#dreams #painting #writing #art

Do you want it bad enough to get over being hurt? ↗

— Richard Castle

#pain #pride #love

I love to roam under rain, coz rain observe my pain, all of my sob goes drain,''~$amaर ↗

— Samar Sudha

#pain #rain #love

Not many people understood the inherent pain of a career in heroics. Your body aches from the demands of day-to-day protection. Your mind whirs with the things you did wrong, the ways you could’ve done better, the scores of citizens you didn’t save. And when you lose someone you love, when their blood forms a puddle beneath your cheek while you watch… Your name, Watcher, becomes the cruelest agony of all. ↗

— Shirin Dubbin

#life #loss #pain #superheroes #love