Quotes When Hurt By Someone You Love Novels & Stories

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

I'm grateful she doesn't love me and doesn't shower her best love and affection on me, because if she did, I'd be damned to be whipped to beg her to come back, whatever of whether I have to sleep outside her house. Her love taught me that it was common and I was so shallow. That is why we should be grateful to those who have hurt and abandoned us. They may cause us great pain or suffering, but at the very least they put an end to it. At the very least, they decided to stop hurting us because if we continue to let them hurt us, we would eventually lose our self. For the pain they’ve caused, little or big, there is no exception, it’s still painful.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

I finish, anticipating her conclusion "Oh no, it doesn’t fade away, it never fades away." "Okay, but what if that feeling gets replaced with hate?" I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then that's just a phrase because you can never truly hate someone you love. You can feel hurt and angered, but never hate," she replies, her words dripping with wisdom.

* The question loops in my mind, over and over, like a song I can’t turn off. Adrian loves me. He said he loves me. Correction, he said he never stopped loving me, which is somehow worse because it means all those years, all that pain, he loved me while he destroyed me. What kind of love is that? What kind of person loves someone and lets them suffer the way he let me suffer? But then I hear his voice again, broken and raw: *Hurt people hurt people. Broken people break people.* Is that an excuse? Or is it just the truth?

Scar bursts out in tears, hitting him and clawing him and kicking him everywhere she could, “I will never forgive you! Ever! I was blind to have fallen for you, but now I know better! If you want a piece of advice, here is one: never love someone who doesn’t love you. And I, don’t, love, you! Never again!”

The tears that she had held back in front of the old lady flowed freely. "He does deserve me, Layla, I love him and he loves me." "Love is not enough, my dear. Those who love us can hurt us and sometimes have the power to hurt us more than those who hate us! I know he hurt you a lot this time and you're confused, aren't you? Don't be, my dear. Don't be confused, don't blame yourself because you're too good, you're not at fault for anything and you're a wonderfully good person."

Cheating is the most disgusting, hurtful and disrespectful thing you could ever do to someone you say you love. I covered my ears but no use, it's just keep on repeating the word he used to say. Why are he like that? He is really really into me. And no matter what I do, I still can't hate him. "Shut the fuck up Manu! You're not missing me you're a liar!!" I began to start crying again. He's a liar he told me that he loves me then the next day what? He makes me feel Unwanted? It hurts! It really is.

“I hated you the very day I saw you, I hated you the day you acted like a bitch when I started dating Olivia. I have hated you since you tried to ruin my marriage with Olivia. I hate you because you are one of the reasons Olivia died and I fucking hate you for coming into my life. You see, I have hated you for so long. You can do yourself a favor by getting the hell out of my life” I don't know how I was able to listen to his hurtful words without tearing my heart out. I thought his words were like needles, piercing my heart anytime they came out of his mouth but there weren't. They were like daggers, stabbing my heart and twisting it continuously until it bled out.