Veronica Roth Quotes

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.

For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

In my own life, I have found grief to be enormously distorting, particularly if it's sudden or extreme in nature.

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.

Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees These foolish games are tearing me apart Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.

Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.