Painfully Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

The pain made him scream non-stop. However, despite the plea of the police officer Harris, Enda did not loosen his grip at all. On the contrary, he increased the strength in his hand. Ciara felt that the next scene was something she shouldn't watch, so she turned her head away, making her ears more sensitive than ever before. She could clearly hear the sound of flesh being pierced, and even a squealing sound as if the nails had hit the skull. No more sound was heard, and the space was drowned in a terrifying silence. Without turning her head, Ciara could guess what had happened.

It was terrifyingly beautiful and perfect and more than she deserved. David wanted to slam his eyes shut, to block it all out as the pain crashed through him in waves, punching him in the gut repeatedly as it tore through him. But his traitorous body wouldn't let him. He couldn't even look away from the beautiful woman in his arms. He watched the realization sink into her at the same time. He desperately wanted to wipe the look on her face away, to protect her from the whole fucked up situation but he couldn't even protect himself.

She’ll hate me. But she’ll love how I make her hate herself more. And in that space — that perfect, bleeding space between pain and pleasure — that’s where she’ll belong. Right there, in the dark, where she’s nothing but mine. Because in the end, I won’t just be the rope she clings to. I’ll be the only goddamn thing keeping her from letting go. And in the end, she’ll worship the very thing that ruined her. That’s the beauty of pain. When it’s layered just right, it becomes a goddamn religion.

I couldn't help but ask. "Honestly, it is." She informed me , a shrugged followed immediately before she went on. "But then, you know this saying that beauty comes with pain. So, like this is one of the pains girls have to go through to look pretty and sexy." She explained before quickly taking a glance at her phone as it beeped beside her. "Well, not me. I can't go through such pains just to look good. Thanks. But, no thanks." I replied with a laugh. "Of course you can't. I can and I will. Beauty is pain." She argued.

___________________________________________________________________________ Painful memories Painful Memories are any thoughts about the past that cause anxiety, sadness, or other unpleasant emotions. Examples include thinking about a past disappointment, argument, or loss of loved one. Painful memories may be caused by traumatic experiences such as a serious accident, repeated abuse, or a natural disaster. ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 11 / 2021

It was terrifyingly beautiful and perfect and more than she deserved. David wanted to slam his eyes shut, to block it all out as the pain crashed through him in waves, punching him in the gut repeatedly as it tore through him. But his traitorous body wouldn't let him. He couldn't even look away from the beautiful woman in his arms. He watched the realisation sink into her at the same time. He desperately wanted to wipe the look on her face away, to protect her from the whole fucked up situation but he couldn't even protect himself.

Pain struck my heart, constricting my breathing and making it hard to fight back the tears. “Sweetheart, the walls are thin. I lay in bed and listened as you cried yourself to sleep. Nothing else does that except a heartbreak.” “Why does it hurt so much?” I asked, lowering my head. She took my hand in hers. “Love can be the most beautiful and heartbreaking feeling a person can experience. While it may take some time for you to face the world again, I assure you, you will.” “I don’t think I can ever face them after doing what they did. They hurt me, mom. Katie and Jensen hurt me so badly.” My chest heaved as the scenes unfolded again.

********************************** ELLE POV Pain. Agonizing, mind-splitting, soul-crushing pain radiates over every inch of my flesh, each cell ripping itself to shreds and reforming. I can hear another crucifying scream in the background, I can't pinpoint who it belongs to, but it calls to me.

But its extraordinary beauty covers up for its deadly sins. ‘It’s…’ I struggle with my limited vocabulary. There is nothing to define or justify its uniqueness. I find it hard to express my emotions particularly. It's provoking in a sort of way. ‘Sack me if I am wrong but it's the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. It's…'

IF Peace is the beauty of life. for me It is sunshine, where is your beautiful smile appears, my love for you, the joy you give me, the togetherness of a human being. It is human progress, the victory of justice, the victory of truth when I am with you. Sometimes people like to confuse true love with ego, lust and insecurity. but I wasn't confused at that time with you. even Everything in your body is as precious as what I have, In torment and pain, it is still precious....