Hurting Hearts Quotes Novels & Stories

But no, you didn't because of one pathetic piece of sh*t you call a heart. Mhmm, I have a pathetic, terrible heart. But still, I know I can't go around hurting innocent people who have nothing to do with our lives. And it is better to have that one pathetic, terrible heart than a heartless monster like you. Gradually, their voices were rising up as they shouted out to each other.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

"Let me just die like this ..I am already shattered because of my deeds." Sob*hiccup*Sob "I know I hurt you." I felt the bed dip beside me and my tears increased more. He removed my hands hovering over me and I kept my eyes shut. I couldn't see in his eyes. "Don't say that Mihu... it's tormenting me." I opened my eyes and let them down. "I know I hurt you here...." My hand reached his heart and I placed it there. "I hurt you so badly that you hate me now."

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

Love that comes after the damage is done is just another insult. He had finally seen my heart. But mine had died long ago. I typed two words. [It’s dirty.] Send. Block.

How could I heal when half of my heart was still with them? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

It's like a lunch date. The pain in my chest increased because of what I saw. It even got worse when I remembered what he said to me after we had mind-blowing sex. "Leave, bitch." "Leave, bitch." "Leave, bitch." "Leave, bitch." It was like a broken record repeating those words in my head. And every time it repeated, it was like killing my heart over and over again. It's like being stabbed repeatedly, but the weapon used is not a knife, but words. Words that are enough to kill the heart if wounded.

hate you for all the time I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating.

You hurt my heart, you broke my soul, you failed to keep your promises. Why hurt me like this? Why are you so false? Why do I still feel so much love for you? I had the illusion that you would never hurt me. I had the illusion that you would never go with that person. I had the illusion that we were one... A big lie... Every word was. You hurt my heart..., you broke my soul, you failed to keep your promises... A big lie... Every word was. You hurt my heart, (Oh! You did...) you broke my soul, you failed to keep your promises....

He lifted his face, fury tightening his features, frustration carved into every line. “Why?” he roared. “Why? Why?” Lightning flashed, whitening the glass around her. Rain hammered the pavement. He dragged himself closer, tears mingling with the storm. “Why do you have to punish me like this?” he choked. “If you hate me, fine—but what you did didn’t just break me. It shattered me. My heart…” He struck his chest with the flat of his palm. “It hurts. I can’t breathe. I’m drowning in it. I try to climb out, but I keep slipping back to where I started.”