Quotes For Words Can Hurt Novels & Stories

I'm staring at my laptop screen, rereading the last few paragraphs of the chapter that I've ever written. "It didn't really hurt that you chose her over me in the first place. I knew the moment I whispered the word "love" into your ear, you'd walk away from me, and it didn't bother me in the least. It didn't hurt at all — because the hurt is a word that can be said in a split second, and what I was feeling was nowhere near that level of pain. You didn't mean any harm to me at all. Inflicted more than wounds that I would be able to treat not in a heartbeat but over the course of several seasons if I had to. Despite the fact that you barely scratched my skin, you inadvertently scathed my unpro

You ripped my pride! 'Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.' That day I realized the depths of these lines. The wounds given by swords can heal but nothing can heal the wounds your words inflicted on me. They made me feel dirty like filth of your shoes, like a whore as you always say. You killed me that day Alexander.

said Reya dryly, sneering at like a sentence she often hears from the man's lips. "Apart from being a fool, what can you do? Even if you are asked by someone to replace an item that you accidentally damaged, you will still replace it even though you are poor? Because stupid people tend not to think." (tanda miring) That's a sentence that always makes Reya sick of hearing it. She knows that he is not a person with abundant wealth, but her boss should be aware that everything he says always hurts her who doesn't even know anything. And now she is just trying to reverse the hurtful words, without care feeling that her boss will be angry or not, hear or not.

Diana continued insulting me. I lowered my head, taking their insults at me, my body trembling withstood their new blows. Hurting someone with words indeed hurts more than hurting them physically. If the physical wound can still be treated, but the hurt in the feeling is too difficult to heal, "I'm not a bum," I said, shaking. I hold back my tears from coming out.

They can't hurt me anymore; they can't hurt me anymore. I kept repeating that sentence in my head over and over again like a broken record. They can't hurt me physically, that is, but mentally, they can. They will always haunt me, no matter what I do. Their words will always be imprinted in my brain. Words hurt more than body pain. You will heal with medication or surgery, but the words will be a part of me till the day I take my last breath. Every word, every kick, every punch. Everything will always be a part of me no matter what I do.

What good could come out of reading a letter written by him? I pick it up, about to tear it, but a voice stops me. ‘Just read the damn thing. What’s the worst that could happen?’ my inner voice whispers. I cringe at the words. Famous last words. I think to myself. The worst thing that could happen is he hurts me. Words were dangerous. They cause more damage than any weapon can. I still remember some of the harsh words my so called parents said to me over the years. The wounds their words inflicted have never truly healed.

Words can hurt people in several ways. One is, that it can seriously affect their self-esteem. That person may feel that he/she is useless. He/she may think that every bad thing that happened was because of him/her. Words can cut to the very core of a person, poison societies and cripple Nations. Words have such influence and power over us. They govern our world, control our behaviour and dictate our emotions. We don't even recognize the impact words have until the damage is done.

He turned her around in his arms. “Don’t ever say those kinds of things to me again. And the things you wrote in that letter—never say them again either. Got it?” Julissa bit her lip, lowered her gaze, and nodded. She knew deep down—hurtful words were like nails hammered into someone’s heart. Even if they were pulled out later, they’d leave behind a bloody hole. And once it healed, a scar would remain. Hurting Scott meant hurting herself. She didn’t want to be cruel anymore.

, 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.

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.