Words worth keeping

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.