Lilith Saintcrow Quotes

The things in our lives that die and can't be laid to rest hurt the most.

The first cut is the deepest.

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

I'll probably continue to write about heartbreak forever. That stuff doesn't go away as you get older.

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

Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.

I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone...

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

To lose a son under those circumstances - a violent death like my son went through, it just puts a burden on your heart.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

You've got loves of your life and breakups of your life, that kind of thing. They leave a mark. It stays with you, a bad aftertaste.

I've got tooth marks on my heart.

I have two lovely sons and some good memories, but I've had a rather tumultuous personal life. It hasn't been dull; I've been the Hiroshima of love.

I had a nervous breakdown at 17 when my first love left me, and he was a typical bad boy, albeit a charismatic one, with a string of broken hearts trailing behind him.

There's been times when I've had heartbreaking moments and I'm like, 'I can't believe you said that,' or 'I can't believe you did that'. And it hurts, it still hurts, and it'll always hurt, but I've never had somebody that I truly cared about just walk out on me, whether it was a boyfriend, or an aunt, mom or dad.

When 'Ishaqzaade' released, I was going through hell. It didn't matter what I said or did, because I had lost my mother.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.