Gayle Forman Quotes

The first cut is the deepest.

I've been hurt quite a few times.

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.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

I don't think I ever sit there and think to kick a wound harder.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next "horrifying" event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound "heals" it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, "Let the scarring begin.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

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

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

I'm a woman who has gone through many heartaches, enough to dedicate my whole life to trying to figure them out.

Love hurts more than hate.

Some things you just don't get over.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

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

Because I've been on the receiving end of infidelity, I know how much it hurts.

I think, often, when you are in just a lot of pain, it comes out as anger.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.