Self Pain Dark Quotes Novels & Stories

”Something is happening to me,” I started of slow, trying to make sense of my emotions and deliver the truth as it is and not as a glorified lie. ”Recently, or for a longer time I guess, I have felt this alluring darkness within myself. The only way I can describe it is it’s like a cloud, a black cloud filled with hate and pain, a gruesome coldness that grows for each day. It-” I dragged my hand over my face, I couldn't meet Natashas eyes, something was pulling at me, stoping the words from coming out in full sentences. My tung was twisted and the lump in my throat was making it difficult too speak, the fog in my mind was making it hard to think and the woman standing in front of me was expe

he lets go of my hand and stands up. “I have also been in pain once, the worst day of my life.” I say hurriedly, my stare burning into his back and he stops in his tracks, “I always thought I was immune to pain especially after that day..but today, today destroyed me. My dead heart came back to life but not in a good way, it came back to life bleeding and that blood broke my very soul.” I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger”

" There were dried spots of teardrops on the page. I subconsciously glanced towards her. I don't know why but I felt a string of pain in my heart. I knew it earlier that I can't make any one happy cause I... I'm staying in darkness myself. I've forgotten the taste of happiness myself. So how could I make anyone else happy? I knew it way before. But today, the same reality is making me feel some kind of pain that I've never felt before. ............................................................ Would Justin forever have the guilt in him?

'Fear, it's in your mind, fight it. Pain, it's in your body, endure it.' DarkVergent Samantha Red's POV Pain A pain that would stop you from uttering a word, moving and anything alive person could do. A pain that killed me and turned me into a living corpse. A pain in my heart that felt like being stabbed a thousand times. A pain in my body that would heal but will leave a deadly nightmare of the past.

Emily groaned in pain while covering her stomach, Ryan tried to come forward but Aantasia's person didn't let him come close to her. "Stop... your enmity is with me. Don't darg love in between all this. Leave her...She has no connection with my mom." Anastasia walks towards Ryan and put the gun on his forehead, "Not before I saw the pain in your eyes. It was very similar to your mother." "No, leave him" Emily groaned in pain and wrapped her hands around her tummy. Her whole body is covered with sweat, the pain is unbearable but still she holds it.

"Watch what happens when someone forgets who holds the leash in Elite City. Watch the moment the spirit finally breaks. It’s a rare thing to see in its purest form." "Turn it off! For God’s sake, Jose, turn it off!" Martin yelled, lunging for the remote with a burst of desperate energy. Jose didn't even flinch. With a swift, brutal economy of motion, he caught Martin’s wrist mid-air. He twisted it with a sickening pop of the joint, forcing the younger man back down to his knees. "Look at her," Jose hissed, leaning down so his face was inches from Martin's. "Look at the fear you helped cultivate by giving her hope. Hope is the cruelest thing you can give a person in her position. It’s a poiso

I asked and she turned giving me her full attention. "If you live in the past and wallow in pain, you only damage your future and people around you," she replied and I released a small smile, loving her perception of the few words offered. "What's your quote?" She asked softly her light brown eyes staying with mine, she was so captivating. "As soon as I glance at you a moment, I can't say a thing, and my tongue stiffens into silence, thin flames underneath my skin prickle and spark, a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then my eyes go dark," I repeated word for word.

He said while he shrugged. "It's not just business to me now," said the pale-skinned one. He glared at me as he raised his right fist. "Oh believe me, if you are not giving me a whole video of my life you are not hurting me," I said. "Because that would be pure on torture," I said giving a disappointed smile. "Is it me, or that's just sad," the dark one said whispering loudly to the girl. She shook her head and said. "It's not just you."

Most of the time I think they’re right, only some of the times I think I am worthy and capable of more. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but this far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore? Or that the light is too blinding, making me shut my eyes and making me unable to see? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or can write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”

I can’t stop the pain as it makes my knees give out and everything disappears as my vision goes black. I groan as I fight my way out of the darkness. I know I live in the dark, but I don’t like the dark personally. I lift my hand and wipe it down my face. I lift my other hand to join it with the one already sitting on my face when something pulls and a slight sting shoots through my wrist.