Hurting Hearts Quotes Novels & Stories

However, I had learned a painful lesson that people's hearts were a fickle lot, and it was rare to find anyone truly sincere about their feelings. "Give me some time, Brian," I said quietly. Brian nodded gently. "Alright. I'll wait." After getting home, I saw the long email that Queenie sent to me. Every word she wrote was full of remorse, saying that she regretted losing me as a close friend, and there was nothing else she could say to me aside from apologizing again and again. I stared at the email for a long time. Misty sighed and said, "A mistake is a mistake, and there's no use regretting it because nothing can be undone."

“I’ll get hurt again. I’m scared that I’ll fall in love with someone who will never look at me the same way.” I hugged Amelia and couldn’t hold back my sobs. “Cry it out. Let everything in your heart out. It will help you.” All I could do was cry because, deep down, I knew that in the end, my heart would be deeply wounded, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Yet, we would be willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with strangers. The elderly woman studied me. "Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, you might meet someone who you invest all your love in. When you get stabbed in the back after pouring out your sincerity, love, and passion, you'll become skeptical of love and other people's sincerity. "But, the only thing you shouldn't doubt is the fact that you are deserving of love. You deserve to be loved. "Feeling resentful because of someone else's mistake is like drinking poison but hoping that the other person feels your pain."

"You broke my heart. You left me. I lost our baby too. Every time, I'm near you, I feel as if, my heart is being stabbed over and over. I hate the pain. The pain is unbearable, and you're the only one, who could've eased it, but instead, you're the reason, it's so hard for me to be alive. If only, you weren't so dumb. You could've saved us. Instead, you destroyed our lives, and for what?"

The feeling of a broken heart is like a glass slowly shattering into tiny pieces. That feeling of getting stabbed in the heart like a million times. But, Darson is trying to keep it together. He doesn't want his family to know about what happened. He wants them to think that everything is fine, even though his hurting inside.

The pain her heart and soul was feeling. Some things break but don't make a sound. Like her soul shattered into pieces but no one heard it. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart. 

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

Luca felt his chest tighten, his breath catching in his throat as the ancient spark of Hope flared in perfect harmony with her voice. The Hunger roared, the golden eye turning a deep, venomous shade of crimson as it realized the tide was turning. The words were working. The people were listening. Truly listening. Aurora pointed toward the sky, toward the vast tapestry of human history and life itself. "Grief only hurts because love mattered." The statement spread like wildfire through the network, embedding itself into billions of hearts. The Hunger struck back, its voice thundering in desperation. LOVE IS SUFFERING.

A/P "We forget our pain when we find out about the dearest and nearest person in hurt , agonizing and heart wreaking pain whom you love by heart." ~A/N

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu