Hurting Hearts Quotes Novels & Stories

Just then the door bell rang. The pain of one heart can only be lived and felt by another heart, and that other heart is nothing but a piece of the same heart... All Hearts !

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.

You also want to cry, but your tears are falling backward and only your heart catches everything bottling up. If I only knew this would be painful like this. I shouldn't let my heart open a new door again. I should shut it forever, but she wakes my heart again just like that. Why would you knock on my door when you're going to hurt me this much? A tear rolled on my face feeling pathetic and damn unlucky. Please, let my heart free from pain again! I scream as I sip on my tequila before knocking on the marble counter.

And I could not face it. “You left me!” The accusation echoed off the cabin walls, and I shivered again. They said a heart cannot hurt because it’s just a muscle. Well, whoever said it was a damn liar! Because my heart hurt - it hurt badly… it bled, it cried for all the pain I’ve caused him. “You left me!” he repeated. The lone tear escaped the prison my eyes represented, leaving a glistening trail down my cheek. “You shouldn’t be here,” I murmured, barely containing myself from pulling him into my embrace.

Vihaan's heart bore the weight of Sukoon's piercing words, as they cut through his soul like a thousand knives. The verbal assault struck him deep, leaving an indelible mark of pain and anguish. "Okay, fine," he managed to utter, his voice quivering with hurt. "I don't love you." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of shattered dreams and broken promises.

A part of my heart was ripped apart, something beyond what eyes could see. Nothing except his touch could fix me. His pain also washed through me, he was hurt too, our hearts wept bitterly together. Only one touch, a word of clarification, and a gaze into each other's souls could fix this. We didn't have to be so hurt, why does it have to be like this?

I didn't give her that juice whenever she breaks her heart, I gave her that whenever I break mine. It just so happens that we always break each other's hearts back then and we're still doing it only this time for someone else.

My first heartbreak didn’t just sting—it shattered me. That feeling of betrayal... it doesn’t go away. I wish I could say I’ve healed, but some scars stay with you, lingering like a shadow that never quite disappears. You learn the hard way that love isn’t always kind. It’s a lesson you don’t forget, no matter how hard you try to.

His eyes would always shine bright and sparkle under the light yet today, it was dull and dark. I slowly smiled. “Please r-release me…” If this would go on, we would only hurt ourselves. We need to heal and assemble our broken hearts again------apart.

Not knowing that I went to end it all with him, not caring what he told me, it was already a decision made beforehand. - Let's try to do things better and work as a team. Let's think about how the other person might feel with our words. Let's not talk when we are angry, it is not good for either of us. Let's have a better communication. Let's be united and I assure you that we will do very well. - I said to my brother. - I will try to put my impulses aside. You also understand that what happened to my mom hurt me a lot and I'm a little emotional. I'm not saying it didn't hurt you, but it hurts me a lot.