Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

The wounds that cannot be seen are more painful than those that can be treated by a doctor.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

I was moaning and grieving as if I lost one of my own children. It was probably one of the most real feelings I ever had on the show. I was just sitting there wailing with no lines. I was beat after that storyline.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

There are hurts so deep that one cannot reach them or heal them with words.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

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

If your body is damaged, wounded, it can be fixed, but if inside, mentally, you are wounded you cannot fix it, it's hard.

Sometimes words are harder than blows.

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

A lot of people have experienced a relationship betrayal, even if it was when they were 16 and with their first love.

Girls like you can't understand," Julia said, and it was true. Ellie had been popular. She didn't know that some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime.

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

I have some scars... lots of internal ones. But they're all scabbed over.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

The thing about wounded people is wounded people are scared that those wounds are going to end up killing them. They pretend like they're not there, or they ignore them.

We have the tendency to judge others by their surface appearance, and to find only their negative qualities. But if we search beneath the surface we discover that a myriad of strains mix together to create a particular person's nature. The faults we perceive are likely to be the effect of circumstances, the psychological response to trauma, abuse, rejection, heartbreak, insecurity, pain, confusion, or disease.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

I much condole with you on your late loss... pains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again.

You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late.

The wound that bleedeth inward is most dangerous.