Novel & Cerita Hurting Emotions Quotes

Para iyong inaalisan ng hangin at ang tanging naiiwan na lamang ay ang mga emosyong nakakasikip ng dibdib. “But please, don’t hurt me the way you did before.” Mahina kong bulong. “If you want to protect me… tell me. Just please, don’t let go of me. Mas kakayanin kong masaktan habang hawak mo, kaysa na bitiwan mo para lang maiwasan na masaktan ako.” Lumambot ang emosyon sa mga mata niya. Everytime we talked about this I could see the guilt in his eyes. Na para bang sa mahabang panahon ay hindi iyon naalis at magpahanggang ngayon ay dala-dala.

Pakiramdam ko ay nag akyat lahat ng dugo ko sa mukha dahil sa hiya at kilig na nararamdaman ko. "S*it Alex! Sa kabila ng lahat ng ginawa mo sakin. Pananakit mo sakin physically , emotionally at mentally , nag suffer pa ako sa pagiging bulag pero heto parin ang puso ko. Ikaw parin ang tinitibok nito. Ano bang meron sayo? Bakit mo ako ginaganito? Bakit mahal parin kita". Bulong ko at sumandal sa sofa. Sumasakit ang ulo ko dahil sa mga nalalaman ko ngayong araw.

Saglit siyang tumigil. "Because I'm bad when I'm angry..." Mabagal niyang binitawan ang bawat salita. "I might hurt innocent people." Kasabay niyon, dahan-dahan niyang ibinaling ang tingin sa nakasarang pinto ng kwartong pinasukan nina Marco at Leticia. Parang biglang tumigil ang paghinga ko. Napakuyom ako nang mahigpit ang kamao. Napapikit ako sandali, pilit kinokontrol ang emosyon na nag-uunahan sa loob ko.

"The hardest thing in life is to forgive... If you hate somebody, youre not hurting the person you hate.. you're hurting yourself" -----Louis Zamperini ----- i thought having my memories back will make me happy.. but why... why it's hurting me? dalawang oras na ang nakakalipas pero tuloy pa den sa pag agos ang luha ko. simula ng magising ako hindi na tumigil pa ang luha ko. naaalala ko na ang lahat.

Loving someone who doesn't love you simultaneously makes you feel so many emotions. "I'm hurting today." I coldly whispered. I'm crying at ramdom hours. I coudn't know where had went wrong?. Gusto kong idugtong 'to. Sabihin sa kanya ang lahat. "There's nothing wrong with being hurt." Usal nito. I close my eyes, "okay!" "Sorry, Luna. I know I am an asshole and I don't respect your decisions. Pero sana huwag mo akong pigilan na alagaan ka at malaman ang nasa isip mo!" His baritone voice said.

There are words that weigh so much, and there are so many emotions that feels like impossible to be felt. Anger? Many people are enraged. Happiness? A lot are smiling. Sadness? Some are crying in silence. Love…? They all go through the worst. They get hurt, then lose themselves. The healing process takes too much time, only to be wasted… again. Because of what? It's… love. Again. People… they will love again. Even if it hurts them already.

"S-Sorry sir, ahmm, hindi ko lang napigilan kasi, ahmm, sana nga ganiyan ang marinig ko sa tatay ko kung magkita kami at magkausap....hmmmmm" "You seems to be a very good person, I guess he will be so proud of you, he will deffinitely say that pagnagkita kayo, sana lang matutunan mo rin na mapatawad ang tatay mo iha" "I am not sure, the more emotion I have, the exact amount of hurt and pain here inside me that makes me hate him"

Kahit pa madalas akong hindi magpakita ng emosyon ay tao pa rin ako at nakakaramdam ng sakit. Yes, it hurts. Ano bang hindi masakit sa mabalitaan mong patay na ang nag-iisang taong importante sa'yo na buhay pa. Gusto kong magwala sa galit, inis at panghihinayang pero mas pinangungunahan ako ng kahinaan. Kahit pa mabigat ang nararamdaman ko ay walang luga ang tumutulo sa mga mata ko ngayon.

"LUNA! FUCK! NO! STAY AWAY FROM HER!" "XERENE! DON'T! SHE'LL KILL YOU!" No... She can't do that. She won't do that. DEATH, is kind. Her emotions are contradicting again becsuse of me and my emotions. If I suffer everytime she hurts herself or everytime she was hurt, in exchange, she'll suffer in my emotions. He harm herself, I'll feel it. Too much emotion of mine can influence her and can make her suffer. I'm making this world hard for her. I must stop it. Now.

Nagpaikot yata ng mundo ni Emman. He swallowed hard. “Yeah,” he breathed. “You can.” A quiet moment passed just their breathing. Just the hum of the lobby lights. Just two people holding on without admitting why. Then Alexie spoke again, her voice trembling in a way she tried to hide. “I hate that I’m affected, I hate that these comments still get to me.” She paused. “I hate that I need someone right now.” Emman’s eyes softened—painfully soft. “Needing someone doesn’t make you weak.”