Hurting Emotions Quotes Novels & Stories

’ Napatitig ako sa mga salitang nakasulat sa screen. ‘Ginamit lang kita...’ ‘Para sa pera...’ ‘Hindi kita talagang mahal...’ Pakiramdam ko ay nadurog ang buo kong pagkatao. The sheer, devastating weight of those harsh lies sliced through my soul like broken glass. I stood completely frozen under the cold rain, the pain in my chest so suffocating that I could barely catch my breath.

Hindi pwedeng ako lang ang nahirapan. Time to suffer ka rin. Kahit konti lang. Konting dugudog lang ng dibdib. Paano kung asarin ko muna siya? Paano kung pahirapan ko siya ng very light? Yung tipong emotional damage… pero aesthetic. Yung hindi naman traumatic—pero memorable. Napailing ako sa sarili ko. Grabe, Chantal. Ang petty mo. Pero sige lang. Deserve mo ‘to.

Because hearing it from you, it would hurt me realizing I've been hurting you for so long just because I lost myself. So please, do me a favor. Please make me hate you, because I am afraid that I might hate myself instead. For always being the never-enough. For having you carry all my boulders without realizing that you have yours, too. For drowning into my hurricanes and forgetting that I am at the eye of the storm with you. For thinking of my every heartache like you don't have your own heart to mend. For ruining myself and us in the end. That when you met her, she filled the every pieces of you that I have left empty. That you met her and got the love that works two-way. So please, make m

“W-What is it?” “Can you please not hesitate to express all your emotions? If you’re angry, let it out. If you’re sad, embrace those tears. And if you’re annoyed, don’t be afraid to show it. I’m not like what you think, Sloan. I won’t judge you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Fuck! You’re hot! Ang taas ng lagnat mo. Sinasabi ko na nga ba at magkakasakit ka!” Nahimigan ko ang pagkataranta ng boses niya, ngunit hindi ako nakasagot ng unti-unti na akong mawalan ng malay. *** Love makes us vulnerable. George told me that love and pain are inseparable. Love will give you pain somewhere along the road. Some take it, and some would live to be hurt just to keep being hurt. And guess what? Hurting is fine. Those people who choose to run away from pain, I think, are as good as dead, and I don’t want to be like that. I still want to feel alive.

Anong silbi ng pisikal na sakit kung ang emosyonal na sakit ay mas malala? “I hate him. I gave him my all. He took and took and I continued to let him. He left me with nothing, Ethan. I’m empty, so dark and cold. How do I live like that? How do I let go? I’m so tired of fighting, all these weights I’m carrying are getting heavy,” umiiyak kong sabi. Bakit hindi ko nakita na hinahawakan ko ang isang bagay na hindi naman dapat tumayo? Na nabubuhay ako sa isang lupain ng basura na tinapon nila ako?

Nang mag-angat siya ulit ng tingin, pumatak ang mga luhang iyon. Dahan-dahan niya iyon pinunasan at mas lalong pinalungkot ang mga mata. “But I am just like everyone else, an ordinary person. I also have troubles and times when I can't control my emotions, so I hope everyone won't be too harsh on me. I have encountered harsh and violent comments from the netizens. It greatly affected my mental health. Even my spiritual self was already bruised by all the hate I received from the people in the internet.”

Legacy's face contorted with frustration, his own emotions a tangled mess as he struggled to find the right words. "Summer, you're overreacting!" "Overreacting?" Summer's voice cracked, the tears in her eyes a testament to the pain that coursed through her veins. "How am I supposed to react? Should I just stand here and pretend this doesn't hurt?" The room seemed to close in around them, the walls echoing their voices and the shattered remnants of their love. Summer's resolve hardened as her emotions intensified, her anger a fire that threatened to consume her.

mapaklang kong saad at naupo sa gilid ng kama niya. "Pakawalan mo 'ko dito at tumakas tayo. Doon tayo maguusap!" galit niyang sigaw kaya pinilit kong maging matapang para ngumisi. What the f-ck, the two important woman in my life chose to hurt me d-mn much. My baby Atarah and now my beastriend. Am I really deserve to be hurt? It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two. It can feel as though it is being gripped in an ice-cold vice and ache as if it will implode in your chest, but still the boom-boom continues. "Bakit ko palakawalan ang bihag ko? Do you think I'm stupid like you?" I tried to smirked at her even if its's hurt.

Biglang bumilis ang tibok nang puso ko at para bang kinikiliti ang tiyan ko. Nagkibit-balikat ako. “I’ve always been good at pretending." Pagyayabang ko. Ngumisi siya. “Then this might actually work.” Pagkatapos ng mahabang araw, I thought sleep would come easily. Pero kahit anong pilit kong ipikit ang mga mata ko, Damian’s words kept replaying in my head “Emotions make you weak.” Siguro gano’n din siya minsan, nasaktan nang sobra kaya pinili na lang maging malamig. Maybe that’s how people like him survive, by building walls high enough no one could ever reach them again.