Hurt Feeling Pushed Away Quotes Novels & Stories

I wiped an escaped tear than ran down her face. "You wanna know why you're so stressed, Kwen? Because you are better than them. You are better than those who've hurt you. You are better than those that doubt you. You stand when standing is impossible, even when it's for those who has done nothing but added fuel to the flames. You're stressed because even though everything in your body is screaming for you to walk away, that is not who you are. You do not walk away. You do not allow the few to ruin it for the many. You are not like them. And as much as you'd love to walk away, you know you can't. Feel your hurt. Feel your anger... and after all those feelings are felt, let it go."

It hurt to see her miss her own showcase just to avoid being in the same room with me. Each day was a reminder of what I had lost, and I felt helpless watching her slip further away. I longed to reach out, to break through the walls she had built, but every time I tried, the fear of rejection held me back. It was painful to see someone I care about so much treating me like a stranger. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had pushed her away for good.

DANTE I didn’t have to force my way into her life. I was already there but she was just resisting. “She pushed me away.” My shoulders stiffened, fingers flexing against the arm of the chair, my jaw locked tight. “But she needs me.” Linda’s gaze stayed steady on me, though I caught the way her eyes grew softer. I wondered if she could see how much it cost me to admit that out loud. “Dante…” She set her pen down gently on the table. “People who are hurting sometimes push others away. It doesn’t mean they don’t need you.”

“I said don’t.” The rejection stung. Anger flared up in my chest, mixed with something sharper — hurt. Why the fuck is he pushing me away like this? After everything? I withdrew my hand slowly, clenching it into a fist. My blood was boiling, but I kept my voice low and cold, the way only I could when I was pissed.

I regretted the words almost immediately, but she wasn't listening as she kept knocking and neither was I listening to her. “Go away Tessa, you are nothing, you are a nuisance. Leave, go away” I didn't mean to snap like that, I knew how she must feel being pushed aside, but it was easier said than done. I was hoping those words would hurt her enough to push her away but Tessa was stubborn.

Gulping, I cleared my throat in awkwardness before looking away from him. I guess what I said gave him a different meaning. Somehow, I learned something about him today. His decision to leave Mexico was quite metaphoric to how I perceive his personality. It just showed how he tried to avoid getting hurt or feeling sad, to the point where he was willing to turn his back on something even though it brought good things too. And that’s what happened to our relationship. He completely turned his back on me because he was hurt and he diverted his attention to something else to relieve the pain.

"Why do you always do this?" "Do what?" I asked. "Push people away," Max said. "Push me away. Every time I try to help, every time I try to be there for you, you shut me out." "I don't shut you out," I protested. "Yes, you do," Max said. "Constantly. And I'm tired of it, Violet. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't hurt." I set down the papers in my hands. "Max, I'm not trying to hurt you."

“That’s not what I witnessed days ago.” “Just admit it, darling, so that we can put an end to this discussion. I’d nothing to loving doing than pull you into my arms right now and feel your body against mine.” “Go to hell.” I laid back on my stomach and opened the pages I left. “It fucking hurts, isn’t it? That’s what I felt every day when you kept pushing me away. It hurts like my chest is always burning. My heart is always bleeding, and to add to that, the constant twists of guilt in my stomach.”

Silence stretched between us, thick with tension. I should have been angry. I was angry. But more than that, I was hurt. I had let him in, I had given him everything. And now he was throwing me away like it meant nothing. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall. “If you really wanted to push me away, you wouldn't have brought me into this in the first place.” His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something. But he didn't. Instead he turned away. And that hurt more than anything.

“But I’m curious as to why you’d push away the person you're closest too." I flinched at his words, pain slicing through me, but I tried to hide it. “You don’t know anything about it,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. I finally looked up at him, feeling the sting of tears behind my eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to have someone always in your business, always trying to fix things that are not their burdens.” He took a step closer, his gaze locked on mine. “And pushing her away was your brilliant solution? You think cutting her out is going to make anything better?”