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~.:† Pain's Memory †:.~

A memoir of humanity's Pain.

Life isn’t fair, it’s just fairer than death, that’s all.

—William Goldman (via kari-shma)

(Source: kari-shma, via quote-book)

Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there.

—Eric Hoffer (via screamcolours)

(Source: quote-book)

Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

—Jim Butcher

(Source: kari-shma, via quote-book)

Taking these old pledges of former love in both my hands, I covered them with furious caresses, and in my soul, torn by these memories, I saw them each again at the hour of surrender; and I suffered a torture more cruel than all the tortures invented in all the fables about hell.

—Suicides by Guy de Maupassant

A Dead Man’s Musings

[…] He knew now that this girl was his life, was his only life – because until now, for the last three years, he’d been without life entirely – and knew just as much, in a manner he could not describe, that on account of her he was as good as dead.

- Mr. White’s Confession, Robert Clark

It’s a wonder that we sometimes find life not in ourselves, but in anothers’.

Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in blood-ink penned
declared my silent end…


Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill


And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors - I’m the moonshield.


Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in blood-ink penned
declared my silent end…


Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone


I am… I am… I am…
I’m the moonshield…

—Moonshield by In Flames

"Thou art to me my delicious torment."

You are to me my delicious torment.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o’er and o’er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

—excerpt from a poem by Thomas Moore

There are not misfortunes for the weak hearts. The misfortune wants a strong heart.

White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via quote-book)

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.

— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

(Source: quote-book)

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