Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.

When he is pierced, I bleed.

I think I'm now screwed for life because my first relationship was the most bizarre relationship ever, and I'm not normal any more. I've kind of been spoiled, and I guess I am kind of screwed up now.

My mother became a big problem... She was a complete narcissist. When I broke free her narcissisticness came out and it was tough to get out.

Through sharing my pain, I can possibly heal your pain. There is no other feeling like it. Money doesn't compare. This is the true meaning of art.

If people fit together, they fit for a reason. It's usually the sickest part of one person fitting into the attraction of the sickest part of another.

Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other.

You are mine. I recognize you. We twist our souls around each other's miseries. It is that which makes us family.

It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.

If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

There are no bonds so strong as those which are formed by suffering together

I was willing to pay any price including subservience to secure this love, hoping that with each piece of myself I gave up he would be so pleased that he, too, would be transformed.

I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time."-Amelia

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.