Stephenie Meyer Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Joy, Balance

• I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Years, Long

• I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Thinking, Numbness

• Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Eye, Wonder

• The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, New Moon, Wave

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “New Moon”, p.55, Hachette UK

• Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Long, Alive

• And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Strong, Hurt, Pain

• Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

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  Pain, Moon, Echoes

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “New Moon”, p.312, Hachette UK

• He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Different, Causes

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “Twilight: Twilight”, p.189, Hachette UK

• I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Brother, Pain, Feelings

• It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Strong, Pain, Twilight

• This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Hurt, Pain, Eye

• He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Twilight, Eye

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “Twilight: Twilight”, p.147, Hachette UK

• No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Hurt, Pain, Tangled

• It's like pain, this pleasure.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Pleasure

• It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

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  Pain, Disappointment, Hands

• He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand. “What are you doing?” I demanded through the tears. “Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself!” I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands. He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Hurt, Pain, Lying

• He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Heart, Hands

• I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Brother, Pain, Confusion

• Jared glared balefully at the old man, his eyes full of the shock and pain of the betrayed. I had only human comparisons for such a look. Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas.

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  Jesus, Pain, Eye

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “The Host”, p.217, Hachette UK

• i did know this- every second i spent with her was only going to add to the pain i would have suffer later

  Stephenie Meyer

  Pain, Suffering, Add

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