Jonathan Maberry Quotes

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

Il y aura toujours un chien perdu quelque part qui m'empe" chera d'e" tre heureux. There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will prevent me being happy.

Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries

I kept making you cry... didn't I? - Hatori Sohma

Mr. Solomon was right the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

You ever want to feel powerless? Watch the people you care about being hurt and know there is nothing you can do about it.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

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

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.

We are all substantially flawed, wounded, angry, hurt, here on Earth. But this human condition, so painful to us, and in someways shameful- because we feel we are weak when the reality of ourselves is exposed- is made much more bearable when it is shared, face to face, in words that have expressive human eyes behind them.

Social sorrow loses half its pain.

Torment yourself as little as possible, then you'll torment me less.

In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.

The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

There is nothing more painful in the world than Aly when she makes her big eyes. She makes her big hurt eyes, there's nothing you can do. She just kills you.

How quickly a person in pain whom you can't help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.