Quotes Life Hurts Novels & Stories

I sobbed. "Do you believe that dying will solve your problem?" It will only give your adversaries an advantage. Don't let them off the hook for everything they did to you. You must be tough. Don't squander this opportunity to restart your life. "I know you're hurting, but don't let it take over your life," she advised.

- Ethan "There are people who come into our lives to give a lesson but not to stay with us for long, they just go through our lives so we can learn things so that when that right person comes for us we won't make mistakes." - Maxine "A mistake cannot be followed by another mistake. Anger, hatred and resentment will do no good in our lives. Let us learn to forgive even those who have hurt us. And always think not to be greedy or hurt others for the sake of your own interest. We should embrace and accept what we have in our life and always thank God for it. " - Luke

Bo Ra said, “Yeah! He is the sunshine in my life. Because of him my life turned into heaven. He helped me a lot. He solved all of my problems.” Yoo Na said, “Sorry I opened your past. I know it would hurt you.” Bo Ra said, “It’s hurting me… but still my friends. They cared me a lot when I broke up with my ex. They bring joy to my life.” Yoo Na said, “I really envy you all. You are all talking about yourself only. You didn’t mention your family.” Ji Soon said, “We are more than a family. We advise you all. We will care you. We will beat you.”

He believed that he lived a happy life in the five years after that, but he was actually just deceived like a fool. Leta slumped onto the couch. Tears formed in her eyes and streamed down her face endlessly. Yet, all she could do was mutter regretfully, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Unfortunately, her husband would never be able to hear that anymore. No—Harvey was no longer her husband.

wouldn't hurt. I may sound pessimistic, but I like to call it realism. Many people come daily with the best words of encouragement anyone could hear, before those words brought me hope, now? Frustration, disappointment, annoyance and sadness. I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work.

She flashed me a small, fake smile before going back to her meal, “It's been a long time, I don't feel the pains of the memory anymore.” “A long time? Oh, spare me those words of superstition.” I waved my hand in disagreement. “They say time heals, but that's a lie to make victims feel better. Time only makes you adapt; adapt to the pain that you absorb until it's like a second skin. Time doesn't heal. And that's why that memory will always prick you, haunt you, and make you bleed. Things that heal aren't supposed to hurt, Azi.” My palm found hers on her lap, covering and squeezing them within mine before I drew her closer to my chest. “So allow yourself to feel hurt. That's the way to live.

"Every kiss." "Searching for the moment I lost you." "But I can't find it." My hand clenched over my heart. "It hurts." The confession escaped before I could stop it. "It hurts so much." "I can't even breathe." "I've survived bullets." "I've survived betrayal in business." "I've survived watching people die." "But this..." My voice disappeared beneath another sob. "This is killing me." I looked up at the empty ceiling. "I would've forgiven anything." "Anything." "If you had just come to me."

The moment I stepped into my room, I dropped onto the bed, forcing myself to stay quiet. God, I’m being so dramatic. Why does it feel like getting hurt is the end of the world? So what if he doesn’t like me? So what if he never will? Am I really going to die because of it?

“It isn’t.” Silence. Then I said the thing I’d been thinking since this nightmare started. “Having a difficult life isn’t an excuse.” Hart’s eyes hardened. “Excuse me?” “Pain isn’t permission.” The smile vanished completely. “Careful.” “Trauma isn’t a license.” I held his stare. “To hurt people.” The temperature between us seemed to drop. Dangerously. Because now he understood what I was doing. And he hated it. “I learned that too late.”

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.