Loving Someone Who Hurts You Quotes Novels & Stories

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

com ]. Quote of The Day: "If You Love Someone, You don't Cheat. If You want to Cheat, Set them Free!"

Cheating is the most disgusting, hurtful and disrespectful thing you could ever do to someone you say you love. I covered my ears but no use, it's just keep on repeating the word he used to say. Why are he like that? He is really really into me. And no matter what I do, I still can't hate him. "Shut the fuck up Manu! You're not missing me you're a liar!!" I began to start crying again. He's a liar he told me that he loves me then the next day what? He makes me feel Unwanted? It hurts! It really is.

Afterall, it is said that the people we love the most are the people who end up hurting us the most. Their trauma to us stabs deeper because we love them. They are able to hurt us so deeply because we love them so deeply. Passionately. And thinking that they love us too. My father loved me. Tasha loved me too, but I ended up hurting them. I loved my mum to the point of doing anything she asked of me, but she ended up hurting me, silently wiping me out of her life as if I were a stain on her impeccable reputation. No one can hurt you if you don't love them. You just wouldn't give a fuck about them because you don't care about them.

Brooklyn. Screw it. My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much. It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most. A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”

she held a hand up, stopping me from saying another word. “ Because if you did, then you will know you don't tell someone you love hurtful words, you don't break the person just so you will feel better ... .you don't…” she threw her eyes outside, not giving me another glance before she stood up abruptly. “ You don't hurt whoever you love the way you did.” Her words jabbed through me, each piercing through me so hard that I knew it would be difficult to get her back, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"But I can't help it that I feel hurt." "Of course it does," Lily said. "I thought I was in that situation before and thought that Lucas did not love me." "Look, this is an unbiased advice. I hate breaking into you, but Lucas and I are married. It's pointless to keep liking him." Lily was sitting on the couch. She leaned forward and studied Shauna. She said, "Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The more you hug it, the more it hurts."

Suddenly he remembered what he had said to Camila three months earlier: Love hurts more than people might think. Loving is the only way to discover the worst sides of a whole. Without love, we are nothing. With it, we can lose everything we considered essential. The only way to avoid a tragedy is by forgetting its faith, and finding a way to cross the sentimental labyrinth that drives the hearts of lovers. Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to return such affection.

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

He shut his eyes, placing his forehead against mine. “How much more are you planning to hurt me?” My voice cracked with emotions. “How long do you want me to suffer?” “You remember, you once told me that love is a poison that kills you so softly and slowly that you start enjoying the pain?” I clenched my jaws. That’s something my mother used to say often. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Starving people can even lick poison right off the blade, even if it cuts their tongue. And I am famished, love.”