Novel & Cerita Quotes For Words Can Hurt

It was as if he realized the depth of the wounds he had inflicted with his thoughtless words but it was too late, I cut him short this time around, the weight of his words still echoing in my mind. "No, Cullen," I interjected, my voice laced with a mixture of anger. "You can't take back what you said. Those words cut deep, and I won't let them be brushed aside." I paused, then continued. "Don't you ever call me a hoe! Ever in your damn life, Cullen!" I exclaimed. The pain of his words reverberated within me, and I refused to let him diminish my worth. I turned to leave, the sting of his hurtful words still echoing in my ears, but Cullen's hand reached out, gripping my arm firmly, holding me

Her words sliced deeply into my heart. I am not good enough for her. Those words swirled in my brain. I wasn’t prepared to hear that. And it hurt like hell. So excruciating that it felt like I was shredded alive. I couldn’t see straight. Everything around me blurred in a haze, and my world suddenly spun around me.

If broken pieces could be piled back into a perfect portrait, I would have bled to do that. If we could take back broken pieces of words to arrange the heart piercings, I would have done that. Every broken pieces of hurtful words flew out of her mouth. She didn’t have a care. Cody’s hands flared out as she continued speaking. Her eyes was without any form of hurt regarding what she was telling me. With each beat, she hurt me with her words by seconds.

Lee had been nothing but true to him despite how he treated her. She was patient with him until he hurt her beyond repair. Words were poisonous in their own right. Once uttered, they can never be taken back. Neither can the damage they caused to be repaired. They cut deeper than a sword. He couldn't begin to imagine how hurt she was when he felt shredded to pieces by his own words. He would take them back if he could. Like a dog that ate its vomit. He would happily do it just to remove the pain from her heart and to make her forget.

she breathed, venom-made words landing between us. “I can tell you never wanted me on it,” I said. “You wanted someone else, and I don’t mind whoever it was, but I am the perfect choice. You know that.” I smiled at her. Being venomous with my words will make us equal, it wasn't my style. I knew the right words and the subtle way to say it so she will go mad with anger.

She asks in a monotone, ice-cold voice. The thoughts of my childhood play in my mind: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. No, those words are wildly incorrect because those words that just came out of Millie’s mouth not only hurt me but just fucking destroyed me.

His words were laced with sarcasm. I already had a mean, hurtful thing to say to him, but I closed my mouth so tight it hurt, and let out a sad sigh as I held it in. I knew I shouldn't make things worse. One more word would start a fight I couldn't stop. My hands squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my skin as I tried not to lash out.

“I-I’m sh-shifting.” This is going to hurt.

I pray you have the discernment to see that when that time {gulp} comes around. Words do 1 of 2 things: give life OR give death. I mentioned having gifts before. You will discover what those are. But what I want you to know about words is this: words can hurt and cut very deep. Words can’t be taken back–and often words are what scar people so deeply. Be careful with your words. I’m not a pro at this, by the way. There are many things I’ve said and done that I’m not proud of. And when and if this happens, apologize if you can. Most importantly, forgive yourself and move on. A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it.

I walk past her and she doesn't even notice me because she's too busy blabbering lies about me. I feel saddened that this elderly woman doesn't even know me and here she is ruining my reputation (As if I have any reputation to uphold). The worst part of it all is I know that I'll be staying up for a lot of nights replaying the words she said over and over again in my head like a broken record. I feel as though words hurt worse because they become engraved in our memories and no matter what we do , we can never forget them especially if they had impact. The elderly womans words definitely had impact and I find myself feeling broken.