Hurting Hearts Quotes Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 1 0 : D R A M A T I C A L L Y F R U S T R A T E D "....and yes, you should fight for love and risk your heart for people who may not be able to contain your love. But, if your heart shatters, I hope it is not 'love' that you accuse; I hope it is not 'love' that you give up on. Because there is nothing more beautiful than a heart that breaks and still chooses to fight for love."

Her every word was like a heavy hammer banging on his heart, making him feel bursts of pain. 'Ouch! 'Why does it hurt so much?'

my bitter quote. It was as if I was taken aback by the last thing I said. I am so dead! It was only a week, but why does the pain seem so painful. Or I am just expecting more from him. I wiped away the tears, before taking a taxi. I didn't look at him, because until now I felt like I was getting burned. I went home in tears, my night was very secluded. It used to be like that but from what I witnessed before, I lost even more strength to associate with others. Love wasn't this sharp you can't say it's just a touch and it's deep.

I cannot believe the words that are coming from his mouth. This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the man you love. He shall not see my tears; he shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And to they cut deep. Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such rejection be done upon me? Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much.

I was furious, my heart was bleeding aching, and throbbing. “What is a pain to a rock?.” I spoke looking intently at the sheets as tears dropped one by one. “Pain only breaks it, it doesn’t take away the pieces. Damage is done but nothing is lost.” I said and his cold eyes stared straight at me. My heart felt a sharp pain go through it. It’s like I cut off some part of it.

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

With my hair falling on my face, I cried aloud. I wish I could turn back the hands of time to undo what had happened. But unfortunately, the deed has been done. Realising that I was loud, I placed my right fingers in my mouth to prevent sounds from escaping and bit it angrily that blood laced on my teeth and lips. My heart was broken into pieces in billions which might never be fixed. The wounds of the heart tend to hurt more and most likely, they will either be healed or might remain sore and infectious thereby leading to death.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.

“When you’re in love, getting hurt is like getting cut. Even after it heals, there will always be a scar.” “The scrapes on your heart show the love you’ve felt. Is Ryker’s breaking your heart?” As I took a deep breath, a wave of strong emotion hit me, causing tears to well up and flow out of my eyes without my being able to stop them. Even though I understand what Manang is saying, I can’t give Ryker my whole heart. I can’t accept this link because the weight of guilt has left a permanent mark on my mind. I was shocked when Manang Greta wrapped her warm arms around me and hugged me back. Her hug made me feel better and gave me confidence. She spoke to me in a soft voice, and I could feel the

It was a club, the only place that could stop me from feeling, because God knew if I wouldn't, my heart would pretty much burst from all the emotions that were loading it. Walking in, I padded straight to the bar, sitting myself on a stool in the corner. A guy with tattoos and piercings approached me. "What can I get you, mi querida?" "Whatever makes it all stop," I said, pointing to my heart. Nodding, he left while I sat there, staring at a blank space and replaying in my head all of the hell that I had gone through today. I couldn't fathom which hurt the most. Dimitri's hatred, Blake's sacrifice or Joseph's departure. But every damn pain was a category in itself. Every damn pain hurts in t