Stephenie Meyer Quotes

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

There is so much to life; my heart breaks watching someone held captive by addiction.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

The big relationships you make in your life are with those that you love and if things do go wrong then it's a source of great pain and that lasts.

You know, I think anybody who has been in relationships has access to heartbreak - I don't think we have to go far to find it, whether we inflicted the heartbreak or whether we were the recipient of it.

I feel I lost my innocence to cancer.

All I know is it destroyed my family, it destroyed my marriage to Sylvester and I will never get over it.

I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

There were times when close people… Some of my closest friends have left me. People hurt me, so everything fell apart. I didn't feel like I had anyone on my side or anyone who could understand me. So that's why I completely fell apart.

You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.

Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something. Something special. And proud of it. For a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember . . . dying.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

Love heals scars love left

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

I guess after tonight Boots won't think the whole world is her friend," thought Gregor. She had to find out sometime, but it still made him sad.

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.

Whores, instead of claiming what's rightfully yours. Pierced a hole in my heart from all the pain you caused, with no direction you left your first born lost.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.