Quotes Life Hurts Novels & Stories

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

Pain when you rebound is simply because it is temporarily unacceptable. I thought to myself, just seeing it is fine, no need to be like before, no need to selfishly desire you to be mine... But I... still couldn't hold back the pain that soon covered my heart and body, still couldn't stop crying because of this ending. The ending that I picked for myself. Wait for me to be sober, mentally stable, I return to my position, lunch time is over, everyone is back, the room is animated again, everyone is busy finishing. Nobody has the time to pay attention where I went or my eyes are still red and swollen.

"It's okay to believe in love, but don't be too much, because if you do, in the end, it will destroy you." Sometimes it was the most pleasant thing that could happen to someone but most of the time, it brought tragedy to their lives. "Axis do you know why people say that Love Hurts?" "Why?" "Because..." "Love is a Catastrophe."

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

Joseph understood enough that she didn't want to talk about it. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely, “I've been there before. I lost someone dear to me. I lost my brother.” "Sorry about that.” She looked down at her hands for a moment before lifting her eyes again. "But life doesn't stop because we're hurting. It keeps moving. So... you move with it." Joseph leaned back in his chair. Rachel looked at him. "You still miss your brother." It wasn't a question. Joseph lowered his eyes and said, "Every day."

"Rehab can't fix this. Trying to be a good day can't fix it. Someone died for you. Your wife died for you, and you have to fix that. You have to become better but no, you're here grovelling and being pitiful. That is all I hate." When I finish saying, more tears drop, my body starting to shake as I grip my thighs, letting it all out. I'm hurt. Deeply hurt. But it wasn't Rick this time around. No, it wasn't him alone. I'm hurt by many things, many individuals, many events, many situations. Fate fucks me up again. Life threatens my happiness once more. I wasn't expecting the hug that followed. Rick is already behind, pulling me into his chest. "My apology cannot do anything here but still, I'l

“Only you can give others the power to hurt you.” Raising my gaze to meet his, he delicately wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs across the burning apples of my cheeks. “I don’t know how to take back my life… I've been in limbo for so long that I have no idea how to escape.” I sniffle, allowing him in.

The cab drive has been long and silent, with my mind wandering about how unfair life has been to me. How can someone's life turn upside down in such a short time, huh? A lot has happened, and it is way too fast to even tell which one hurts more than the other. It hurts to bury a loved one, but it's another different pain to not be sure if one is dead or alive. It hurts to lose someone, but witnessing their death hits differently. It sucks like hell to watch someone be taken away from you, yet you can do nothing to help. Loosing your memory is another shit that stinks like hell! And having no freedom at all isn't any less of a hell. To think that I am going back to that den again!

I just have to admit that, maybe, just maybe, I wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't good enough for him, who shall not be named, then. And now, I wasn't good enough for the man I love with all my life. I am not good enough. I am not enough. I am not enough. God, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please, God, please. Please, please, please. Let me our of this misery. I can't. I ... just can't. It hurts to breathe. Why is it hurting?

He just…looked at me. "It still hurts…a whole fucking lot." I breathed in. "It hurts to think about it, it hurts to think about him, it hurts to talk about it, it hurts to talk about him, it hurts to watch people look at me with pity every fucking second, it hurts to have people ask me how I'm holding up all the damn time. Everything just…sucks. Death sucks."