Quotes For Words Can Hurt Novels & Stories

Scarlett didn't know if she would be able to take anymore without shattering. Words had always done the damage worse than a physical wound.Growing up, she learnt to live with it, she believed it had stopped affecting her but today, everything attacked altogether. It had managed to hurt her in a way she never thought it would. Maybe because it's related to her friend and Lucian.Maybe she is afraid of herself as well.

Her every word was like a heavy hammer banging on his heart, making him feel bursts of pain. 'Ouch! 'Why does it hurt so much?'

I said. He was quiet for a moment, and in the quiet was something that was not refusal and was not deflection, it was a person finding the words for something they do not have established language for. "Someone gets hurt," he said finally. Simply. The same two sentences he had used before. "If I stop. Someone gets hurt." The younger man made a sound that was not quite a laugh and not quite anything else. "And there it is," he said. "The honest version."

The words consisted of only three words: "Please don't get hurt." --- To be continued. -Nelvano Xander- "If loving you makes me foolish, then I will be the most foolish person to keep loving you."

I already saw it as normal. Stupid right? But you can't blame me though. I could say that I practically grew up with those words so it doesn't hold much meaning then. At least that was what I thought. The words didn't hurt me physically. But one thing I didn't know was that those words had wounded me deeply mentally and emotionally. I found it very difficult to believe in myself. I began to see myself as unwanted and useless. Imagine being told these words daily. " You are useless. "

she spat out, her voice trembling with a potent mix of anger and hurt "You said you hate me! That you hate me more than you've ever hated anyone in your entire life!" Her words hit me like a punch, and I could almost see the deep, painful gashes those harsh words had inflicted on her soul. Now, no longer blinded by my own fury, I felt a pang of guilt for the hurt I'd caused. I had wielded my words like a weapon, leaving her bleeding and wounded. She had been living in pain all this time, much like I had, and I had only added to her torment. "I was angry with you" I said, my voice devoid of emotion, as if trying to justify my actions, my hurtful words.

"Your words cut deep." I remained silent, the gravity of her accusation etching lines of unease on my face. Her hurtful expressions mirrored the turmoil within me, and I felt a pang of regret at the realization that I had caused her pain. Her words spilled out, fueled by the alcohol that danced in her veins. "You're a jerk, you know that? Hitting where it hurts." I looked at her, my gaze betraying the conflict of emotions swirling within. The possessive side of me, accustomed to defiance and resilience, wrestled with the discomfort of being the source of her pain.

Her words reverberated through his mind like a broken record, her tone and delivery etched deeply into his memory. They had stripped him of his defenses, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. The weight of her words felt crushing, pressing down on his shoulders and threatening to overwhelm him. His emotions churned within him like a tempestuous storm, refusing to dissipate. Alexander took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and quell his turbulent emotions. But the hurt remained, persistent and nagging like an unceasing ache. He raised the glass to his lips once more, the smooth burn of the scotch offering temporary respite from the pain.

It brings you so low, that you get lost in the woods of life. Then again, I think everything we do in life gets a return. And at times something good turns out, even in the darkest of days. The story would also show that you should always think about the things you say, before you say it. Words can also hurt as much as actions. These little things could build up to the destruction of a relationship and you’ll just end up finding yourself alone. You’ll never really see and understand what you’ve done, until the person you did it to is gone.

I'm hurt that he's hurt this way with what the people are saying because I feel like it is my fault. I grab my laptop again and wanted to tweet something to make people realize that what they're saying hurts Landon. I stare at the empty box as the vertical line keeps on blinking. "I respect everyone's opinions but I want everyone to know that you can hurt other people with your own words too. Be mindful." I typed and just stared at it.