Novel & Cerita Hurting Short Quotes

Kaya niya akong buohin, kasabay ng kaya niya rin akong durugin gamit lamang ang salita. Words can hurt us more than physical intention right? That physical pain,heal at a right time, but the pain inside our heart last.we can say that we already heal by the wounds, but we can cover up the scars because it remain! There still have a phantom of pain that were trying to ignore.. Do it ever happen to you? Have you ever heard someone say that they can't love you anymore?

Masama na bang isipin mo ang buhay ng anak mo? Nababaliw na ako kaka-isip. Pagod at sawa na ako. "The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by a harsh words uttered using a tongue leaves an indelible scar. I hope you'll realise how much you're hurting me someday..." Lahat ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin ay sariwa pa rin sa isip ko. Kung pa'no niya ako tratuhin at saktan emotionally, physically and mentally.

But I flinched, pulling my hand away, the memory of his touch a distant echo. "You were afraid of hurting me," I said, my voice a mere tremor. "But you didn't realize that leaving was the greatest hurt you could inflict. You didn't realize that the silence, the void you left behind, was a constant reminder of your absence, a constant reminder of the love that was lost."

KAYA MAS MABUTING IBUHOS MO SA SARILI MO ANG SOBRA-SOBRANG PAGMAMAHAL AT HUWAG MONG IBIGAY SA TAONG HINDI KARAPAT-DAPAT. KUNG MAMAHALIN MO NG SOBRA ANG IYONG SARILI WALANG MAWAWALA SAYO. HUWAG MONG IBUHOS ANG ORAS, ATENSYON, EFFORT, AT PAGMAMAHAL SA ISANG TAONG PASAKIT LANG ANG KAYANG ISUKLI SAYO. "MAHALIN MO ANG SARILI MO AT HUWAG ANG MALING TAO." @Binibining Coldishgurl

“Fuck! You’re hot! Ang taas ng lagnat mo. Sinasabi ko na nga ba at magkakasakit ka!” Nahimigan ko ang pagkataranta ng boses niya, ngunit hindi ako nakasagot ng unti-unti na akong mawalan ng malay. *** Love makes us vulnerable. George told me that love and pain are inseparable. Love will give you pain somewhere along the road. Some take it, and some would live to be hurt just to keep being hurt. And guess what? Hurting is fine. Those people who choose to run away from pain, I think, are as good as dead, and I don’t want to be like that. I still want to feel alive.

"Naiintindihan ko na ang bawat isa ay may kanya-kanyang pinagdadaanan, at marami sa atin ang dumanas ng kalungkutan at pagdurusa na siyang humubog sa ating pagkatao. Gayunpaman, hindi ito pwedeng gawing dahilan para saktan din ang ibang tao lalo na kung wala itong ginagawang masama. Dahil lang sa nasasaktan ka ay hindi ka binibigyan ng karapatang manakit ng iba." Uminit ang aking mga mata. I remembered the quote, "Just because you're hurting does not mean you can hurt others." "Gamutin ninyo ang sakit na idinulot ng iyong pamilya sa aming pamilya. Bigyan niyo ng hustisya ang angkan ng Persalez at linisin ang pangalan ng aming lolo. Ayaw ko muling makitang nalulungkot at nangungulila si Lola

She strike me deep like It's to much pain and I'm to damn hurt to be numb like I don't wanna talk and just like that when she went to bed I got out. To hurt to speak that I couldn't move anymore just like I was died right after she stab me with that words. She went to far, I could not handle it and then I just saw myself on a club drinking more untill I'm drunk. to be continue...

Bulong ko kay Quen dahilan para tapunan niya ako ng tingin at pinandilatan ko naman siya ng mata para hindi niya ituloy ang sinabi niya. "How can I resolve the problem if you're stopping her to tell me the cause of this fight?" seryoso muling sabi ni coach. "Tell me what happened, Quen." Hindi ko na tinapunan pa ng tingin si Quen at marahan na bumitaw sa kanya. Hindi naman din tama na ilihim ko ang sinabi sa akin ng mokong na 'to dahil below the belt naman talaga ang mga sinabi niya. Sa totoo lang, mas masakit pa nga 'yung mga sinabi niya sa'kin. I wouldn't say those words if he hadn't said those hurtful words to me. That wasn't right and it will never be right. No one has the right to call

Looking back at my happiest memories feels like running fingers over old scars—some smooth and faded, others still raw. I once believed memories were like stars: distant, beautiful, untouchable. But I was wrong. Memories are bullets. Some just whistle past, leaving only echoes of fear. Others pierce clean through you, leaving you bleeding in silence. “Condolence, Anastasia.” “Anastasia, I’m so sorry for your loss.” “I’m sorry, truly.”

Hindi pa kayang bawiin ng mga katanungan na iyon ang bigat na pasan-pasan ko ngayon, hindi muna ngayon. "Sige, mag-iingat ka. Galad, paki-bantayan mo na lamang si Esmeralda." iyon na lamang ang kanyang sinabi. Ngunit, nararamdaman kong sa pinakaloob-looban niya mas nais pa siyang sabihin, ngunit iyon ay kanya na lamang pinigilan. Ang isang gaya ko, hindi kayang magtanim nang galit sa iba, but it takes time to heal from the pain they cost. Alam kong mababaw lang ang dahilan ko para sa iba— ngunit para sa akin, malalim na iyon. Hurting someone can be as easy as throwing a stone in the sea. But do you have any idea how deep that stone can go?