Hurting Emotions Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Parang may batong nakadagan doon. Laging lumalabas mula sa mga bibig nila ang mga katagang “I’m sorry.” Hindi lang sila ang may kasalanan. May kasalanan din ako. May mali rin ako. Marami akong nagawang mali. Pinagsisisihan ko ang lahat ng iyon. I am aware that my words are hurtful when I can’t control my temper. Sometimes, I can’t help myself but let the anger consume and control me. I know it’s one of my weaknesses. Letting my anger and emotions control me.

But I didn't expect what she said after hearing my answer. "We cared too much, Ganther. We love, too much. To the point, no one left for ourselves. You just cared too much for others not noticing you forgot yourself in the process. You forgot your feelings, you drown yourself to them." "Do you know what is the worst destruction that humans can face?" "What?.."

I was hurt so bad! ***

I feel suffocated and in pain. I gasped and opened my teary eyes. I find myself crying. My head was hurting so bad and I feel so heavy with the feeling I am carrying right now. Halo-halong emosyon ang nararamdaman ko. I feel so hurt and sad. I feel like I'm longing for something, for someone. “Elora. Elora. It's okay, I'm here. You're safe here, you're going to be fine,” I heard Aaron's voice comforting me.

Nakaka pagod nang umiyak ng umiyak. When I'm sad, I cry. When I'm hurt, I cry. When I'm in pain, I cry. When I miss my son, I cry. When I'm angry, I cry. When I'm happy, I cry aswell. Every emotion is associated with tears. Nakaka sawa. Nakaka pagod.

So in the end, my facade broke down, revealing my shattered self. Sa huli, humupa rin ang galit, mas nangibabaw ang sakit. Ang bawat salita kong ang intensiyon ay saktan siya at magalit sa kaniya ay mas nakakasakit lamang sa akin. My words which were intended to hurt him hurt me more.

“Ang daming emosyon sa puso ko ngayon… hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ba ako, malulungkot, o matatakot.” Sa hindi niya mapigilang pag-agos ng kanyang luha, agad siyang hinaplos ni Ma’am Elenor sa likod. “Hija, hindi mo kailangang intindihin lahat ng emosyon mo ngayon. Hindi mo kailangang pilitin ang sarili mong ayusin ang lahat nang sabay-sabay.”

And not just look hot—but infuriatingly, bossily, might-murder-me-but-also-brought-me-lugaw kind of hot. Girl. Pull. Yourself. Together. This is not W*****d. This is a hostage situation. And yet… habang inaalala ko kung paanong he sighed and said “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt,” my brain did this thing where it rewound it. Like, twenty-seven times. In slow motion. Who knew sorry could sound so… real? Who knew a man who wears emotional armor thicker than a bank vault could care? And why the hell did it make my stomach do a cartwheel?

Galit na sigaw niya habang namumula ang mukha. I bit my lower lips when I felt like he punched my heart with his words. His words cuts deeper than a knife. His words is like a thorny things that I've step with. His words feels like a alcohol showering my heart that full of wounds. He knows how to make me realize this. I know, I step on the line that I must not step with but how can he say that words harshly? Agad ko naman pinunasan ang luha na sabay-sabay na bumagsak sa pisnge ko. Nanghihina na rin ang tuhod ko pero pinipigilan ko parin na makatayo ng maayos.

My voice was hushed, ragged and cracked. I tried to stop myself from crying but in the end, I cried like a wounded soldier that I am. I cried for her. I cried for the love that I will never ever have. I cried for the pain that she brought me, again for the nth time. I am really wounded—physically, mentally and even emotionally because she’s been hurting me big time every time she says no to me, every time she breaks my heart with her acid like words, with her harsh and honest to goodness brutality of her words.