Quotes About Feeling Hurt In A Relationship Novels & Stories

Knight wrapped her arm tightly around my shoulder, pulling me in a motherly embrace. “I remember being young and in love, Mia. I know how much it hurts.” She told me as she caressed my head softly. “But this is not the end of the line for you guys.” She added. “Then why does it feel like that?” I questioned. Why does it feel like Archer and I won’t be together anymore? Why does this hurt so damn much? “You just had your first real fight, sweetheart. It’s supposed to hurt.” She told me. “But when you guys get over it, you will realise how this wasn’t even a problem and you’d be stronger than before.” She informed me.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, I know you don't get hurt so easily." "Who said that? I'm a very vulnerable person, just one sentence from another person is enough to make me cry." I objected. Matthew laughed. "Because those are the words of the people you care about, but you should remember that the person who loves you will not let you be sad and the people who often hurt you are not the ones who love you. You should not be sad because of them." Then Matthew put my head on his shoulder. "I will not hurt you, if at some point I accidentally hurt you, you must tell me. If you are sad, I will also be heartbroken." Matthew said sweetly.

The weight of nostalgia and heartbreak clung to my words, a bittersweet reminder of love slipping through my fingers. She sighed dramatically, her eyes shifting as she searched for the right words. "I might not completely understand what you're saying; I've never had a solid relationship like you did. So, I can't really determine whether you're being pathetic or just afraid to let go of that sucker." Her honesty hit me, blending frustration with a flicker of clarity, making me confront the tangled emotions swirling in my mind

“After the divorce, I felt like I lost everything. He betrayed me, and I’ve never really recovered. Even now, every time I see him, all the pain rushes back.” Scarlett reached for my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. “You’re not alone. I’m here for you,” she said sincerely. “Maybe we can find a way to help you feel better. Have you considered speaking to a professional?” I shook my head. “I know I should, but I’ve never felt ready. It feels too heavy.” She held my gaze, her concern deepening. “Don’t feel pressured to share everything now. I just want you to know that whatever you're feeling, it’s valid. You have every right to feel hurt.”

"I'll do everything I can to protect her." Vic remained silent for a second. Then he asked the one question I wasn't prepared for. "What if you're the one who hurts her?" The words hit harder than any punch. I swallowed. "I already have." My voice came out quieter than intended. "And I've apologized for it." I met his gaze. "But I promise I'll keep trying not to hurt her again. Nonetheless, relationships aren't perfect. There will always be misunderstandings, mistakes, and pain." I glanced back at the photo. "But she's my life, sir. Losing her would destroy me."

His voice broke, indicating how much hurt was in his heart. A pang hit my heart. Was he really innocent? I had just doubted my brother completely? If Brian had thought I cheated on him when I didn't, I'd be more hurt if he didn't even hear me out or trust me. "That must be really painful." "Pain is an understatement. My heart is shattering everyday and I'm losing hope by the minute. I know it's karma. For cheating in my past two relationships, I'm being paid back, and it stings. I feel so bad for Frenda and Julia." He said, referring to his ex-girlfriend.

“You’re still waiting for me to hurt you aren’t you? I can get the echo of what you’re thinking, and you are waiting for me to pounce on you. Is there something more than what I’m already doing that would make you more comfortable with the idea that that is not going to happen?” I shrugged, “I don’t know Killian, that just isn’t anywhere in my experience. I have never really had a relationship with a male who didn’t hurt me. So, having you tell me you won’t, well that is pretty common, lots of them say that. However, never has that ended up being the complete truth. Eventually no matter what they said they hurt me, even my parents.”

The word felt heavy. I walked closer to the bed, lowering my voice. “You don’t know what I feel,” I said. “Then tell me.” My chest rose and fell unevenly. “You won’t understand.” “Try me.” I stared at him for a long moment. “You won’t know what it feels like,” I began slowly, “to love someone so much that even when they hurt you, you still see them in everything.” He didn’t interrupt. “Yes, I still love Roman,” I said.

“Just sit there.” I walked until we’re three meters away from each other. I needed to tell him something. There’s that saying that we shouldn’t take each day for granted. Say I LOVE YOU to people dear to us. Every day or as often as we can. Because nobody knows until when they’re alive. Sean might be DEAD at a time I least expected. My bad. “I heard someone say that relationship is like a tooth. Only K-A-B-I-T-ies can ruin it. (t/n: Kabit is mistress in English. To preserve the pun, kept it in Tagalog.) “Hahaha, I laughed to myself, my dream was right.

“Dave, don’t forget our relationship. I’m still Mrs. Bo. If I drink too much and make a fool of myself at this party, it’ll be you who loses face too!” Dave laughed contemptuously. Elaine was standing, he was sitting, but she had still lost this battle. That laugh seemed to be mocking her incompetence. Even though she had been prepared, Elaine’s heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, piercing deep into her bone marrow. The pain drained the color from her face.