Kami Garcia Quotes

It was in San Diego and I was onstage and couldn't remember how to play the guitar properly. I was in terrible pain and my nervous system was just going wild, like somebody had just run a car over me.

I had fractures in my spine that had to be repaired that came as a big surprise; nobody warned me that I might get some really severe, threatening fractures. It was painful, and I lost two inches of height, bang!

The muscles in my lower abdomen had torn off my pelvis.

I broke my right ankle. Four ribs. One rib went into my liver. My spleen. My back in two places.

The physical shock took away the pain of being.

Whatever had happened to him [Newt] out there — maybe even related to his lingering ankle injury — had been truly awful.

I was driving my car, I crashed and broke my spine. So yes there are things worse in life than never being someone's sweetie.

Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify or push it outside or find its beauty within. That is the pain I’m feeling now. Its so bad, its useless. The only lesson I will ever derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.

The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

Girl trouble, for me, is when you fall in love.

The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.

It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable.

When you fall, feel the pain. And then stand up. You were born for victory. And failure has no place in your world.

The art of life is the art of avoiding pain; and he is the best pilot, who steers clearest of the rocks and shoals with which it is beset.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

Think of how strange we'd look if all the cuts, burns, scrapes, bruises, scratches, bumps, gashes, and scabs we ever had suddenly reappeared on our bodies at the same time.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

The bad thing about falling into pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards you've got nothing left to protect, and so have no reason not to be honest