Quotes Life Hurts Novels & Stories

" You are the only person in this world that I care about...the only person I can lay my life for. Don't you dare to even think...that I don't love you Ivy..." " I love you even more than myself." " But you never listen to me...you are hurting brother." " We all are hurt somewhere Ivy. It's just that we hide our pains somewhere. And I won't say that I don't deserve them." " This is my karma Ivy...and I have to learn to live with it." " But brother...it can be cured! It's not impossible." " Some pains can never leave you Ivy...some wounds just never heal. No matter how many times you try to stitch them back."

I said as I apologize. To be Dead --------> A/N: I'll try to write tomorrow but I won't promise since my laptop is still in the repair shop so I couldn't write anything, I was just using my phone so bear with the wrong grammar and some misspelled Words Again this story was just based on my experience and imagination. And plagiarism is a crime.

In an instant, her expression turned wounded, as though she had suffered terribly. "I know you're hurting right now, but people have to move forward. Who can truly stay with anyone forever? Instead of mourning the dead, shouldn't you focus on the present and cherish the person in front of you? I didn't mean to disrespect Mrs. Hughes Senior. I just thought I should say something to help you pull yourself together. After all, you have so much on your plate right now. If you really sink into this grief, how will you get anything done?"

Michael said quietly, and I heard his footsteps retreating from the door. I watched as silent tears slid down my face. The ache inside me was unbearable, so loud, so consuming, I didn’t know what to do with it. I was tired. Tired of pain. Tired of surviving on anger. Tired of pretending like hurting him would make anything better. It didn’t. It never would. Hurting him only hurt me. And that was the most brutal truth of all. “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Now I understood that quote as it made much more sense now.

I'm so fucked up! "Hurts, doesn't it," Zia said. "You had her. You were happy, but you just had to cheat. This life lesson will forever torment you."

"This morning, right? I blocked you last week, and you didn't even realise it until now. You never even asked me." A painter who couldn't pick up a paintbrush was like a pianist who couldn't play the piano. He knew how important our hands were to our career. I'd threw myself at him like a moth to fire, unknowingly heading straight to my own destruction. Silence fell between us as I allowed my bitter tears to recede. "I'll make sure you have the best treatment. There's still hope, surely," Yves said, taking my hand. "No, there is no hope. Let's end this here, Yves."

“Sometimes people can be both—comfort and harm—at different points in our lives.” I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice even. “It’s like… I’ve spent so much of my life losing my body. Not to cancer. To everyone else’s plans for it. Who I should marry. What I should give. Who I should bear children for. What I should forgive.” “That’s a powerful statement,” she says quietly. “And a painful one.”

“It hurts like being stabbed by a thousand needles.” “I didn’t know my rejection would be this fatal,” Hanna murmured in a hurt tone as the young man who had helped her looked in so much pain with the gruesome marks clearly printed on his broad chest. “So, how can I help you?”

I could feel his pain. We stood, staring at the graves of our friends. At that moment, I realized a saying was true. In the sorrow of death was the proof of love. It made me appreciate life and its gifts because we never know when it would be taken away from us. I was taught that life would throw sticks and stones at me and it was up to me to decide if I would fall down and never rise or fight head on. I was taught that despite the pain and hardship, I would heal with the right people around me. Life had taught me to forgive because it’s only then that I could step out of the blanket of darkness.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.