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Everyone has suffered more than you know.
Anyone God uses significantly is always deeply wounded.
hurt - ever. But especially not like that." God, he
Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.
Every loss of life is terrible.
Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.
Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget.
The person he'd hurt the most though, ultimately, was himself.
It was his dreams that had come to nothing. His future that had folded before his eyes, like a house of cards.
the killing blow is sometimes the softest
It was the emotional equivalent of being stung in the pride by a jellyfish.
Loss is the shocking catalyst of transformation.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
There are times when phrases such as 'totally astonished' just don't do the job. I am, of course, delighted and honoured and, needless to say, flabbergasted.
Of course the death of Geoffrey has caused a lot of trauma to me generally.
I won't say the pain was indescribable, since there are plenty of good descriptive words: excruciating, agonizing, unbearable, and so on.
so heavy with sorrow , so full of pain
I'm at a loss for words. But even my loss is amplified.
....hurts not just the heart, but every part.
it had been tough, horribly tough, and humiliating and isolating and all the rest.
Devastated ... grief-stricken. You were alive, but the way you looked ... I didn't think you'd ever recover. And it tore me apart to think of that happening to you so young.
It's always bitterly disappointing to people to see how normally one can live.
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
Loss will gut-punch you no matter the age of the deceased. It drops you to your knees. It shatters the dreams of your families...It brings tears, anger, shock and a rejection of faith--or the complete opposite: a reliance on faith. It creates the walking wounded.
More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
The disappointment of losing is huge.
She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.
The world was abruptly sharp and clear, too clear, and too alive. It was terrible beyond words. The
More than feelings can express,
Are some words to take your heart away!
Everything in this place was livid and lurid and living, and when he loved her and hurt her all at once she lived, too, higher and harder than she had thought she could.
I was wounded by a blow of love.
Those who hurt are hurting.
Destruction is very satisfying
Havoc on my emotions like this. Just when I thought I
They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.
Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.
She looked both hurt and broken. As if her spirit had received one too many mortal blows.
I've been glued to the TV. I am absolutely devastated.
Very' is such a strong word...
I had never imagined that happiness could hurt so much.
Yes, that was the unbearable thing: having to go on, after your life has been ripped apart, while you struggle to understand how in a split second the whole world has unbelievably changed.
Her death leaves me both depleted and emboldened. That's what tragedy does to you, I am learning. The sadness and wild freedom of it all impart a strange durability. I feel weathered and detached, tucking my head against the winds and trudging forward into life.
Grief was a terrible and beautiful thing.
To realize that I was the victim of what was apparently someone's sick joke and constant lies was, and is, painful and humiliating.
Soft hearts bled, and in their pain they caused grief and havoc.
A great brain and a huge organization have been turned
to the extinction of one man. It is crushing the nut with the
triphammer
an absurd extravagance of energy
but the nut is very
effectually crushed all the same.
It was like a tear in the fabric of my sleep.
More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul ... The losses piled up.
The truth is what hurts
[On her father's death:] I didn't know his leaving would hurt so much.
Defeat is most devastating at the moment of victory Saint Dane
You make something beautiful enough and people forget just how much it can hurt you.
It can safely be said that no one has touched more lives, more deeply, than Death. Through this devastating memoir, it is hoped he will touch many, many more.
Grief is terror, in its most undiluted form.
Everything beautiful hurts.
The maimings of love are endlessly funny....
Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.
Unexpressed grief leaves the deepest scars.
The whole world seemed to be wounded, broken, hurting.
I can't help but find it both painful and beautiful that Warner lost a mother and gained two brothers in the same week.
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money
A lifetime of hurt in one act of vengeance.
Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.
It's not how I take tragic news but how I make tragic views that unscrews me.
Terrible beautiful combination of happiness and pain.
It's not pleasant when you lose your whole football team.
an agony of humiliated indecision
The journey was brutal, the results were glorious.
It was a tragic end to a heroic life.
The devastation of his actions, his meanness, felt like bags of rancid trash heaped around him.
How terrible it is to love something death can touch.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
The beautiful is always severe.
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of ...
The nearness of him crushed her, like being held by the sun.
Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?
I agreed sincerely and ardently
It was like the top of the roof came off the house, .. He had that effect on everyone.
He was ruinously beautiful in the way that knives and scalpels can be beautiful
It's funny how many ways there are to hurt people. As many ways to hurt as there are species of flower. Whole bouquets of hurt.
Everybody's damaged by something.
War is a soul-shattering experience for the innocent.
Devastated should be reserved for mothers
The world from it self is a brutal one.
She feels a great pang of loss, an unexpected welling of sorrow mixed with confusion.
However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.
All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.
I was helplessly captured; and hopelessly enraptured.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Even one death is horrible.
And let's be honest, you weren't exactly harmed. I even took you home." "You dumped me on my doorstep. According to my mother, I looked half dead." "Your mother exaggerates. A third dead at most." I stared at him. Wow. Just wow.
I suppose the shock of recognition is one of the nastiest shocks of all.
perplexed, but not driven to despair.
What Zayd had said to her was hurtful. The words speared across the most sensitive part of her heart like how a gardening spear cut along the leaves, leaving the top part of the bushes bare and lost.
It's only now that I realize that there are degrees of agony. That pain can range from devastating to soul-shattering.
So, with smiles of most exquisite misery, and the laughing eye of utter despondency,
And I myself was wrung with emotion
it was heartbreaking, it was absurd, it was deeply perplexing, to think of his life lost in limbo, dissolving.