Quotes When Hurt By Someone You Love Novels & Stories

If it was someone else then he would have used his gun already. Love makes people weak because it means you have to be willing to open your heart up, which can leave us vulnerable. You are placing yourself in a position where someone else has the ability to hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself by their words or actions. If they do something that hurts us too much we will take time out of our schedules to avoid them. We do this because we don't want love to make us weak and vulnerable or get hurt anymore than we already have been.When you choose to love someone, you give them the right to hurt you. This one person has the power to make you or break you. When you love someone, no matt

His eyes were red now, tears threatening to spill over. "But I should have known better. Love isn't supposed to hurt like this. Because when you truly love someone, you don't do to them what you did to me." He was nearly shouting now. "When you love someone, you don't toy with them! You don't make a fool of them! You don't drug them just because you want to prove a point to yourself!" Each word felt like a physical blow.

I sat there, frozen, pretending indifference, even as her venomous words pierced my heart. Vivian's words sliced through me like a knife, her sarcasm dripping with malice. "No one will ever love you, Eliana," she spat, the phrase echoing in my mind like a cruel curse. I felt a pang in my chest, her words hitting their mark, but I struggled to maintain my facade, refusing to let her see the hurt she'd inflicted. Maybe I truly don’t deserve love.

Suddenly he remembered what he had said to Camila three months earlier: Love hurts more than people might think. Loving is the only way to discover the worst sides of a whole. Without love, we are nothing. With it, we can lose everything we considered essential. The only way to avoid a tragedy is by forgetting its faith, and finding a way to cross the sentimental labyrinth that drives the hearts of lovers. Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to return such affection.

Even now, hours later, my chest still felt heavy, as if the weight of it all had pressed down on me and refused to let go. It was in that moment of silence that I realized something I had always heard people say but never truly believed until now: when a woman loves you with her whole heart, you had better not hurt her. Because if you do, you don’t just lose her, you create your biggest enemy. The same depth she loved you with was the same depth she could hate you with.

“Is it my fault that I got hurt?” Is it wrong to be hurt to the point where you don’t want to forgive anymore? Sandra couldn’t forget how painful it was—the second time the world abandoned her, when she was once again left behind. She understood that they had been rushed back then. They hadn’t thought twice before getting married. But the disrespect was so loud it made her deaf. Love doesn’t just make us blind, it makes us deaf too. Even when you’re being deceived right in front of you, it’s as if you hear nothing, see nothing.

Brooklyn. Screw it. My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much. It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most. A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”

Marta didn't bat an eye. She only nodded, calm and understanding. "Perhaps it's absurd, ma'am. But some things just do not make sense-they just… are." I smiled in silence, but her words filled up space in my head, though I wished them away. "Love like that-it's a weakness," I said harshly, feeling the regular brew of anger and something else, something I couldn't understand, eating at me inside. "That's how people get hurt. Just look at you-look at everything you went through because of him."

Dismayed by her reactions, I thought she would change her point of view about me but to no avail. “The only bond we share is hatred.” Lucille said with intense loath. “Do you want me to repeat what I feel again?” She derided, For the first time in my devilishly long life, someone hurt me and surprisingly not with actions but with words. Hurt sparked in my eyes but leaning closer, she whispered, “You. Repulse. Me.” I am your mate, your other half, the only love of your life. How can you say this? A sudden pain shot through both of ours hearts as we could share emotions when I forced a smile and whispered,

"I won't go against our family's decision, Quel. I'm sorry. I have been so selfless my whole life, let me be selfish, even if it's just for now. I love you." I turned my back and walked away. "How dare you turn away?!" He yelled. I closed my eyes even if I know I'm too weak to open them again. I love you too, Quel. But, I wonder why... I wonder why everyone I love hurts me without even blinking. They love to hurt me. They love to see me in pain. Is it... Is it so satisfying to watch me suffer? "Do you love seeing me hurting that much that you keep on creating sources of my pain and suffering everyday?" I mumbled.