Quotes For Hurting Feelings Novels & Stories

Masama na bang isipin mo ang buhay ng anak mo? Nababaliw na ako kaka-isip. Pagod at sawa na ako. "The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by a harsh words uttered using a tongue leaves an indelible scar. I hope you'll realise how much you're hurting me someday..." Lahat ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin ay sariwa pa rin sa isip ko. Kung pa'no niya ako tratuhin at saktan emotionally, physically and mentally.

Lihim ang pagsinghap ko, diko aakalaing ganoon ang kanyang sasabihin sakin. Nang marinig ko iyon, napahiya ako. Hindi sakanya kundi mismo sa sarili ko. My ego got hurt like it stabs multiple times. Pwede namang sabihin na "No thank you" pormal pang pakinggan. Hindi iyong kung ano-ano pa ang mga masasakit na salitang ibabato niya. A small help would mean a lot to someone who needs help. Pero mukhang sa katulad niya ay hindi talaga kailangan ng tulong o hindi dapat pinapaunlakan ng tulong.

I tried to hold back my tears when I'm in the middle of our staircase but as much as I want hold it back,lalo lang akong napapaiyak. When I reach my room doon na nagsimulang tumulo ang mga luha ko.I'm always their disappointment.Kailanman ay hindi sila naging proud sa akin.Sa tuwing sinasabi nilang disappointed sila sa mga nagagawa ko, pag-iyak lang ang nagagawa ko.God knows how much I tried to be strong and to hold back my tears pero talagang masakit. I was deeply wounded by their words.I may not be hurt physically but emotionally...I was totally damaged.

Tumingin ako sa mata niya, nagmamakaawa na sana ay naiintindihan niya ako. He nodded, smiling a little while wiping my tears with his thumb. “I understand, it’s hard, isn’t it?” Tumango ako at nilagay ulit ang mukha ko sa balikat niya. “It’s okay to feel lonely, hmm? Hurting is part of our lives, no matter how much you don’t want it. Kahit ilang beses mo na gustong sumuko, darating at darating pa rin, lalo na sa mga oras na hindi mo inaasahan.” Pumikit ako at nanatiling tahimik.

Bumakas ang pagtataka sa mga mata nito pero malamig ko lang ito tiningnan bago ako humakbang papalapit rito at sa gahiblang layo ng aming mukha ay isiniwalat ko ang katotohanan na matagal nitong tinago. "How does it feel to watch me hurting? Masarap ba sa pakiramdam na makitang halos lumuhod ako sa sakit? Kung nag-enjoy ka noon pwes huwag mong asahan na pati ngayon ay hahayaan ko na magawa mo ulit iyon." Natameme ito at tila narealize nito ang ibig kong sabihin kay kitang-kita ang pagbakas ng takot at guilt sa mga mata nito.

But I flinched, pulling my hand away, the memory of his touch a distant echo. "You were afraid of hurting me," I said, my voice a mere tremor. "But you didn't realize that leaving was the greatest hurt you could inflict. You didn't realize that the silence, the void you left behind, was a constant reminder of your absence, a constant reminder of the love that was lost."

mapaklang kong saad at naupo sa gilid ng kama niya. "Pakawalan mo 'ko dito at tumakas tayo. Doon tayo maguusap!" galit niyang sigaw kaya pinilit kong maging matapang para ngumisi. What the f-ck, the two important woman in my life chose to hurt me d-mn much. My baby Atarah and now my beastriend. Am I really deserve to be hurt? It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two. It can feel as though it is being gripped in an ice-cold vice and ache as if it will implode in your chest, but still the boom-boom continues. "Bakit ko palakawalan ang bihag ko? Do you think I'm stupid like you?" I tried to smirked at her even if its's hurt.

Hindi pwedeng ako lang ang nahirapan. Time to suffer ka rin. Kahit konti lang. Konting dugudog lang ng dibdib. Paano kung asarin ko muna siya? Paano kung pahirapan ko siya ng very light? Yung tipong emotional damage… pero aesthetic. Yung hindi naman traumatic—pero memorable. Napailing ako sa sarili ko. Grabe, Chantal. Ang petty mo. Pero sige lang. Deserve mo ‘to.

Hindi ko kaagad napansin na tumutulo na pala ang luha mula sa mga mata ko habang nagsasalita. “I hate you so much for hurting me, I hate you so much for hurting me until now. I hate you so much for breaking my heart into pieces-. I hate you so much for making me love you so much until now-. After all this time, you are still the man who can hurt me so badly.” Nang marinig niya iyon ay mas hinigpitan niya pa ang pagkakayakap niya sa akin saka ako muling binulungan.

Galit na pumasok si Augustus sa loob ng kotse niya at mabilis na pinaharurot iyon sa kung saan. He can feel his heart shattering into pieces as it keeps on hurting. Fuck it! He don’t want to feel this kind of pain. He’s not a weak person, he don’t usually get hurt by someone because he hurts them, but as what he is feeling right now, he looks awful and vulnerable. An image of Elias, proposing to Hera, popped up into his mind making him more livid. Parang gusto niyang pumatay ng tao dahil sa sobrang sakit ng nararamdaman niya.