Quotes About Hurting By Someone You Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Relationships that poses threat to her life and lessen her heart rest . “You don’t deal well with it because you have no experience with it. Plus it sucks,” she told him as she went further . “No one wants to stand in line to let another person hand out pain and misery. But sweetie, your true love only makes you happy, not miserable. Why don’t you want to fight for that? I mean someone you really love so much , someone you can nit get out of your head even when she hurts you so much.” "Let me ask you this. How bad does it hurt now? , you seem to be talking from your experience .”

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.”

Even now, hours later, my chest still felt heavy, as if the weight of it all had pressed down on me and refused to let go. It was in that moment of silence that I realized something I had always heard people say but never truly believed until now: when a woman loves you with her whole heart, you had better not hurt her. Because if you do, you don’t just lose her, you create your biggest enemy. The same depth she loved you with was the same depth she could hate you with.

"But if you actually like her that bad, if you think you like her as much as you think you do, why not just go to her and settle things out?" "Because it's not that simple. I just don't know if I could think of her the same way again. Maybe that's mean of me, and hypocritical, being that I have a couple of things I have not told her about me yet. Maybe I'm just being unfair, but I just can't shake this hurt I feel inside. You know this saying that goes like this: the one you love the most has the power to hurt you the most? I find that to be very very true."

We choose anger when we are hurt. But bleeding on someone will not heal you. ~ARLET~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is said people will bleed on those whom they love, but what would you call it when they punish the innocent and miffed them with words they never met before? We choose anger when we are hurt. It’s easy to mask the tender little heart that seeks help and healing. But little did we realize hurting someone will not heal us. If it heals, then where is the space for love?

I know. "If you can speak you think you haven't been stupid. I know if you're still hurt even after months have passed, you still haven't moved on with my brother. Even if you show you're over it and you're brave, I know if you're not" that's true. I was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Life is really unfair, whoever loved the truth is still the one who got hurt." I promise. "Part of love is being hurt, that's why you're hurt because you truly loved because if you didn't love that person, why would you be hurt, right?"

“But shit, dealing with this is so fucking disruptive. I can’t even remember what it’s like to function.” “You know how I think of love, Mar?” “How?” I asked. “People go through life trying real hard not to get hurt. They refuse commitment, give themselves reasons not to date, nitpick little things on first or second dates and call them red flags, look for shadows of unhappiness in a future that hasn’t come to pass,” he said. “But I think love—real love—is finding that person who you know will hurt you at some point. Someone who can shatter you completely. But they’re just so wonderful and so perfect for you that you’re willing to be hurt if it means you get to have them in your life.”

, I complained. “I’m sorry for hurting you, babe! But this lesson was important for you. Treat others the way you want to be treated.”, he said and picked me in his arms. I quickly wrapped my hand around his neck, not trusting him this time. Who knew he would do the same? What if he would have taken that quote seriously, ‘Hurt me once, I will kill you twice.’ He made me sit on the bed carefully, and by that time, the pain was half gone. All thanks to Leia for that.

In her case, there was no avoiding it, all she could do was accept it but it turned out that way harder than she had imagined it. Stab the body and it heals,but break the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. She had heard it before from her mother. Then she was too young to make sense of it, but now, in pain she understood it well. How it hurt, she discovered to love someone and receive none of that love in return. Did he know how much he had hurt her? she wondered.