Quotes When Hurt By Someone You Love Novels & Stories

I yelled at her. With a weird look on her face, she says “I'm sorry you hurt love” she was Patting my back, pushing her hand away, I pointed to my chest “ ME?! Hurt never “Even I don't believe them words, taking another shot of the whiskey to keep my mouth occupied instead of talking nonsense.

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

Pero bakit hindi ako? "You shouldn't cry over that bastard. He doesn't deserve your tears." Mariing aniya niya. I turned to him. His gazed looked darked and his jaw tightened. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I couldn’t help but showed him how I feel. I know he saw it in my eyes. His forehead furrowed and he averted his gaze. "I just can't help it." Nanginginig na aniya ko. "It hurts to be hurt by the people you love. I feel broke and betrayed at the same time..."

He saw me kissing Max with his own eyes, it must have hurt him badly. He sighed and pulled me into his arms. “Baby girl, I know that you used to do that when you feel hurt. But please don’t do it anymore. You hurt me, but you are also hurting yourself. That’s not a way to feel loved. I’m here, you have me. You don’t have to do it anymore.” I knew what he said was true. Every time I felt hurt because of a guy, I would use another guy just to feel loved. I even used Cole. But I wouldn’t feel good after that. I would feel miserable and Damian understood.

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.

“You always thought love was something you could walk away from.” “I walked away from something that was hurting me,” he said. “And now you’re going to let it hurt you,” she said. “Unless you come back.” “Not happening,” he said. “Then enjoy watching your perfect life crumble,” she said. “And tell your girlfriend I’m sorry she had to be collateral damage.” The call ended. I felt like I had been punched. “Collateral damage,” I whispered. Lake looked at me. “You are not collateral damage.”

I echoed, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Because now, you have the power to hurt me.” His words made my chest tighten and made me want to pull him closer but push him away at the same time. How did I let it get this far? The words he had said a few hours ago at the party echoed in my head... The only person who could hurt me would be someone I loved—completely, hopelessly, and incredibly. You have to love someone to feel that kind of pain.

With a shaky voice, I tried to put into words the depths of my pain. "It hurts, Mom," I whispered, my voice quivering. "I loved him with all my heart, and I believed he loved me too. But now I see that I was just a convenience, a pawn in their game." My mother's eyes welled up with tears, mirroring my own. She tightened her embrace, her voice filled with empathy. "I know, my dear. It's a crushing blow when the person you trust the most betrays you. It's natural to feel hurt and betrayed."

That familiar scent I had loved for years. It hurts. Everything about him hurts. Kairo slowly sat beside me while maintaining a respectful distance. "You still love him." he suddenly said. It wasn't a question. It was a fact. I lowered my head weakly. "I hate that I do." The cold wind blew against us once again. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then Kairo suddenly smiled faintly while staring at the dark ocean. "You know..." he started softly. "People always think love should hurt because that's what movies and stories teach us."

She stared at it artfully, "I'm not hurt, okay? What's this, just the same as those w*****d stories that supposedly hurt? It's a cliché. We are not in the book." Of course, she was not a fool to pick up the broken bowl that would only injure her. It hurts to be hurt. It's just like love, eh. Wait, how did love get into the bowl? She quickly dismissed her flying mind again. ***