Hurting Person You Love Quotes Novels & Stories

I could only imagine the pain of losing people that were dear to you… He continued to cry in front of me. I hugged him and patted my Tristan gently at the back. “Dahlly, don’t you… Don’t you ever leave me,” he said slowly when he had calmed down. I raised my head towards him. “Why would I leave you?” “Because I am not a good person. I can hurt you.” “I know, but one’s tolerance for hurt and the ability to love are two different things… I won’t stop loving you ever, if that’s what you meant to ask from me…”

If it was someone else then he would have used his gun already. Love makes people weak because it means you have to be willing to open your heart up, which can leave us vulnerable. You are placing yourself in a position where someone else has the ability to hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself by their words or actions. If they do something that hurts us too much we will take time out of our schedules to avoid them. We do this because we don't want love to make us weak and vulnerable or get hurt anymore than we already have been.When you choose to love someone, you give them the right to hurt you. This one person has the power to make you or break you. When you love someone, no matt

Natahimik ako dahil sa kanyang sinabi ngunit agad ding nakabawi. "Why?" "I hurt you." Tipid na sagot niya. "Loving someone means giving them the privilege to hurt you. Because pain and love are inseparable." He looked at me with amusement is visible in his eyes. "And I'm giving you the privilege to hurt me, Larie." He said.

What someone does to you is a reflection of who they are, and, not you. . Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from just any other stupid person, wanders into your life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you. Then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkne

I echoed, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Because now, you have the power to hurt me.” His words made my chest tighten and made me want to pull him closer but push him away at the same time. How did I let it get this far? The words he had said a few hours ago at the party echoed in my head... The only person who could hurt me would be someone I loved—completely, hopelessly, and incredibly. You have to love someone to feel that kind of pain.

Jefferson said “That’s why I don’t want to fall in love bro. It seems traumatizing. Because I can see how you are struggling because you already love that.” It’s Jenny. “One day you’ll just wake up in love. You can do everything for the man you love.” Jefferson said “if you give all your love to someone. When you are hurt. It’s really hard to get back to what you were used to. So when we love, don’t give everything to one person. Because even if he says how much he loves you, it will still get to the point where everyone will be really hurt.” Jenny honoring her brother.

I said, and she nodded, wrapping the bandage around my arm. “Sometimes even the closest of people stab you in the back. But you know, even when that happens, you are going to find yourself being surrounded by others that love you so dearly that you are going to forget those that hurt you the way that they did. Family members are included when it comes to those that can hurt you too.” She said, and I nodded, looking away from her.

“I just want to remind you, you have people who love you here. It doesn’t matter how much they hurt you or not, Jen. We’re not all the same.” “I know.”

It’ll take time to heal what I’ve hurt in him. “I love you. I’ll be waiting.”

Her voice quivered with a quiet strength, assuring me that there was purpose in every twist and turn of my path. As the first tears trickled down my cheeks, Nonna reached out to hold my hand firmly. She understood the depth of my pain, the ache of a broken heart. "Yennifer," she said softly, "I know how shattered you feel right now, how much you miss him. Love has a way of entwining our souls, even when it hurts. But remember, my dear, love is not always enough to sustain a healthy bond."