Novel & Cerita Quotes About Hurting By Someone You Love

Until you listen. Remember when you said you loved black flowers? From your books? All that dark romance? It fascinated you… and you fascinated me. I think of you every day. Yes, I might have… hurt some people around you. But they were stubborn. Like leeches, really. Clinging to you, trying to keep you from me, even after all the warnings. But isn’t that your fault, my dear? They got hurt because of you. And they’ll suffer more, Hyacinth. Because of you.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

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.

He saw me kissing Max with his own eyes, it must have hurt him badly. He sighed and pulled me into his arms. “Baby girl, I know that you used to do that when you feel hurt. But please don’t do it anymore. You hurt me, but you are also hurting yourself. That’s not a way to feel loved. I’m here, you have me. You don’t have to do it anymore.” I knew what he said was true. Every time I felt hurt because of a guy, I would use another guy just to feel loved. I even used Cole. But I wouldn’t feel good after that. I would feel miserable and Damian understood.

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.

The tears that she had held back in front of the old lady flowed freely. "He does deserve me, Layla, I love him and he loves me." "Love is not enough, my dear. Those who love us can hurt us and sometimes have the power to hurt us more than those who hate us! I know he hurt you a lot this time and you're confused, aren't you? Don't be, my dear. Don't be confused, don't blame yourself because you're too good, you're not at fault for anything and you're a wonderfully good person."

I finish, anticipating her conclusion "Oh no, it doesn’t fade away, it never fades away." "Okay, but what if that feeling gets replaced with hate?" I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then that's just a phrase because you can never truly hate someone you love. You can feel hurt and angered, but never hate," she replies, her words dripping with wisdom.

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.

Think about my sons. "My father used to tell me something, " I say. "He said the moment you truly love something, the world finally discovers how to hurt you." There's silence between us. It's not uncomfortable. It's just honest. Because we both know what it means to love something and be vulnerable.

"I won't go against our family's decision, Quel. I'm sorry. I have been so selfless my whole life, let me be selfish, even if it's just for now. I love you." I turned my back and walked away. "How dare you turn away?!" He yelled. I closed my eyes even if I know I'm too weak to open them again. I love you too, Quel. But, I wonder why... I wonder why everyone I love hurts me without even blinking. They love to hurt me. They love to see me in pain. Is it... Is it so satisfying to watch me suffer? "Do you love seeing me hurting that much that you keep on creating sources of my pain and suffering everyday?" I mumbled.