Francesca Lia Block Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Beautiful, Mother, Pain

• I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Sad, Suicide, Pain

• Pain can give you sight or make you blind.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Pain, Sight, Giving

• Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good luck.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Dream, Pain, Good Luck

• I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Pain, Care, Hold Me

• Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Beautiful, Pain, Thinking

• He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Pain, People, Black

• She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Song, Pain, Heart

• Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Pain, Form, Changed

• Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?

  Francesca Lia Block

  Dream, Pain, Sleep

  Francesca Lia Block (2008). “Beautiful Boys: Missing Angel Juan and Baby Be-Bop”, p.17, Zondervan

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