John Daly Quotes

I think children in general have a very hard time - at least I did - expressing any pain because I didn't want to hurt the people that I loved.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

There are people that have closed themselves off so much because they've been hurt so much in their lives.

Growing up, I never expressed myself to nobody. I never told nobody when something was wrong.

Even with me, there are so many things I have bottled up.

People think they know me, but they don't. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.

It always hurts when you lose a secret.

You aren't allowed to feel special, but no one knows the specific ways you are in pain.

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

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

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

Now, is it possible not to be hurt at all? Because the consequences of being hurt are the building of a wall around oneself, withdrawing in one's relationship with others in order not to be hurt more. In that there is fear and a gradual isolation. Now, we are asking: Is it possible not only to be free of past hurts but also never to be hurt again?

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

I'm not going to hurt her. I know she's special and I tried to stay away, but when I'm with I don't feel so cold and alone.

We are all broken by something. We have all hurt someone and have been hurt. We all share the condition of brokenness even if our brokenness is not equivalent.

Cause I rely on my illusions, to keep me warm at night. I've denied in my capacity to love, and I am willing to give up this fight

A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

I-" said Nick, his voice halting. "I don't mind it as much when - when people touch me. Some people." Mae looked down, and Nick, who looked more relaxed when he'd been stabbed, slowly lifted his hand from his chest and laid it on the tumbled sheets between them, fingers half-curled into his palm. He was still regarding the ceiling with a fixed glare. "Because you trust them not to hurt you?" Mae asked tentatively. "No," Nick said, his voice harsh. "Because I'd let them hurt me.

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.

It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt.

There was no doubt now in Ender's mind. There was no help for him. Whatever he faced, now and forever, no one would save him from it. Peter might be scum, but Peter had been right, always right; the power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.

I saw people who were hostile; they had felt so much hurt that hostility was their only defense against being crushed again.

Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.