Pamela Anderson Quotes

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

That hurt querida, that really hurt

When your heart is broken, you feel like no freaking book in the world could help you because a book is not the person who you love, who doesn't love you. However, books help, if only because they serve as something you can hold in your hand and throw across the room in agony.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

There are only two kinds of pain: too much love or too little.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

People think they know me, but they don't. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

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

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin