Lilith Saintcrow Quotes

There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.

I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul.

I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.