Painful Memories Quotes

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

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

The ability to forget the past enables people to free themselves gradually from the pain they once suffered; but it also often makes them repeat the mistakes of their predecessors.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn't he catch my falling star? I wish I didn't wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.

I know they say the first love is the sweetest but that first cut is the deepest

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

My family is broken.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

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.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

When I play, maybe 'Back o' Town Blues,' I'm thinking about one of the old, low-down moments - when maybe your woman didn't treat you right. That's a hell of a moment when a woman tell you, 'I got another mule in my stall.'

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

It'd be really nice to sit down with all the people who have hurt me and tell them all the reasons that they've affected me.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.