Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

...This fear was unbearable. It unwrapped who she was, as neatly as he'd unwound her bandage, leaving too much pain and ugliness exposed. Nerve endings; he'd said they were the problem [causing phantom pain in the amputated limb]." Things that cut off, that ended abruptly or died--like parents and marriages--kept hurting forever.

We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

A sensitive person receives fifty impressions where somebody else may only get seven. Sensitive people are so vulnerable; they're so easily brutalized and hurt just because they are sensitive. The more sensitive you are, the more certain you are to be brutalized, develop scabs.Analysis helps. It helped me. But still, the last eight, nine years I've been pretty messed up, a mess pretty much.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

We're all ordinary in a way. We can all be hurt. We can all be unbalanced. We all have feelings. Life can treat us harshly, even shockingly sometimes.

I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

Unlike me, Renee was not shy; she was a real people-pleaser. She worried way too much what people thought of her, wore her heart on her sleeve, expected too much from people, and got hurt too easily. She kept other people's secrets like a champ, but told her own too fast. She expected the world not to cheat her and was always surprised when it did.

I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

Wounds to the pride are remembered long after wounds to the flesh.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

I've been hurt so many times I don't have the balls for it anymore.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late.

I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darling, than know the emptiness that your heart must hide.

I can tell you my feelings were hurt.

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

The trauma of the whole thing has been humbling, and for the first time, I'm a little bit wobbly.

No truer word, save God's, was ever spoken, Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.

Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped down her puffy pink cheeks. She touched her tears, frowning. Then she looked up at Julia and whimpered two words before she fell asleep. ‘Real hurts.’

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.