Quotes About Getting Hurt By Someone You Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes were red now, tears threatening to spill over. "But I should have known better. Love isn't supposed to hurt like this. Because when you truly love someone, you don't do to them what you did to me." He was nearly shouting now. "When you love someone, you don't toy with them! You don't make a fool of them! You don't drug them just because you want to prove a point to yourself!" Each word felt like a physical blow.

"Loving someone is a manifestation of human's vulnerability; the risk of hurting someone and being hurt by another person." I smiled before my eyes searched for Rupert's seat in the audience area. "We lost, we burned and we got hurt ... But we can't deny the fact that this abstract thing called love is the connection we need as a social being. Without love, this life will be meaningless. Without love, this world will be cruel. Without love, I wouldn't be able to stand on this stage and carry on in this debate. My love for debate is what kept me going and the love of the people around me is what motivated me to not surrender. "

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?”

“The same way love makes life bearable, it also makes it unbearable. Because love hurts, Mia. It hurts so much that you wish you could rip your heart out to stop the pain. But that is good. That love hurts is good, because then it means it's real love. True love. That is the kind of love that hurts, that burns so good. And when you fight for that love? When you never let it go no matter what? Then that is your soulmate. You don't find those kinds of things twice. You only get one shot at a love like that.” Her shoulders dropped, and the burn in her eyes was so intense. What a fool she had been. What a damn fool. She could still remember the pain in Dalian’s eyes when she had ended things bet

Was I just a piece of toy to play, for him? “You say it like you had never been hurt by the people whom had loved you. This world has created such rainbow and unicorn illusions of love, that you forget one thing —pain comes with happiness. They are not separate, just affect one differently. If you love someone and that person reciprocates it, they are bound to get hurt in the process,”

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

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." Her words resonated deep within me. It was true; he had hurt me, betrayed my trust. Yet, despite it all, a part of me still clung to the love we once shared. Nonna continued, her voice filled with empathy, "You are strong, my child, stronger than you know. The pain you carry is a testament to your capacity to love deeply, but it does not define you. You deserve a love that uplifts and supports you, where both hearts are nurtured."

" I closed my eyes, remembering the quote she once recited to me by Neil Gaiman. I thought about all the times we spent together. All those days we wasted getting to know each other. All the years I spent with my eyes closed. If she said it was raining cats and dogs, I believed her blindly. It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest, 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 any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something du

A chill ran down her spine. It was because his eyes were so cold. It was as if she was only a stranger to him. There was no love or tenderness. Not even resentment or hatred... It was an emotionless gaze! "Jin, I... I know what I did today has hurt you, and I'm sorry..." She opened her mouth and apologized with a hoarse voice. He still smiled faintly and said, "You know what? My father once told me that it's best not to fall in love with anyone because when you're betrayed by the one you love, it feels like a knife stabbing into your body. Even your bones feel like they’re being crushed."

* The question loops in my mind, over and over, like a song I can’t turn off. Adrian loves me. He said he loves me. Correction, he said he never stopped loving me, which is somehow worse because it means all those years, all that pain, he loved me while he destroyed me. What kind of love is that? What kind of person loves someone and lets them suffer the way he let me suffer? But then I hear his voice again, broken and raw: *Hurt people hurt people. Broken people break people.* Is that an excuse? Or is it just the truth?