Quotes When Hurt By Someone You Love Novels & Stories

I pointed out. “If you don’t care about him, then why can I still hear the sound of pain in your voice while you talk about him—” “Because he hurt me!” I snapped. “He hurt me right here!” I pointed to my heart. “And those kinds of wounds, they don’t ever heal.” I spat.

" I closed my eyes, remembering the quote she once recited to me by Neil Gaiman. I thought about all the times we spent together. All those days we wasted getting to know each other. All the years I spent with my eyes closed. If she said it was raining cats and dogs, I believed her blindly. It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest, it opens up your heart, and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something du

The memory of that moment haunted me, a stark reminder of the lengths we go to shield ourselves from ridicule. "When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you don't protect yourself from love. That's how we are; we choose pride over our own preferences, so the ending is you are the one that gets hurt in the end," his words echoed in my mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. The fragility of our bond laid bare before us, a testament to the vulnerabilities we dared not confront.

she held a hand up, stopping me from saying another word. “ Because if you did, then you will know you don't tell someone you love hurtful words, you don't break the person just so you will feel better ... .you don't…” she threw her eyes outside, not giving me another glance before she stood up abruptly. “ You don't hurt whoever you love the way you did.” Her words jabbed through me, each piercing through me so hard that I knew it would be difficult to get her back, her eyes brimmed with tears.

“When you told me that this child was an accident and shouldn’t have come into this world, I thought it was you who shouldn’t have been born. Your mother should have killed you in her womb, or taken you with her when she died,” Eulalia’s voice was icy. “You deserve to be parentless and unloved!” Words, such potent tools, can express love deeply but can also cut sharply when used to hurt someone, like a dagger that can stab and leave a person bleeding profusely.

I shouted. "I didn't do anything wrong to you! And if there is, that's why I love you and I appreciate you! I'm sorry you came into my life! I hope I didn't love you! I hope I didn't suffer all your pain! I hope I didn't. I hope for 20 years that you will love me and I hope I don't have to suffer like this! " I shouted and hit the glass table, and it broke.

“They told me that they loved me as they hurt me.” “I don’t love you,” he told her with cold brutality. “Well, duh,” she replied and moaned as he removed the needle that he’d been slowly sliding under her nail. Blood pooled in the nailbed, and trailed the needle as it was removed, dripping over her fingertip. He released her hand, his grip leaving it’s memory imprinted in her blanched skin, the blood rushing in, blushing the skin in a way that promised that there would be a bruise later. “I don’t think you know how to love. Someone who can hurt people like you do, doesn’t have the empathy to love,” she accused.

Sabrina sobs placing her hand on my shoulder. " Go away." I whisper yanking her hand away. Why me ? Why me ? Why me ? - Love that we can't have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest-

“It makes you human. And strong enough to acknowledge your pain instead of burying it.” Silence wrapped around us again. I reached for a cookie, not because I was hungry but because I needed something, anything, to hold onto. “I love him,” I said suddenly. “I really do. But every time I look at him now, I see Luca’s eyes. And I hate myself for it.” Calista leaned forward. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you won’t ever be hurt by them. Or by their past. It just means you’re willing to work through it, anytime you’re ready.”

"Cuts deeper when it's coming from a loved one." "The way you say it, I'm guessing that loved one's a woman," I said. "You guessed right. But she's no more now. All in the past, buried but not forgotten." "You still remember." "Mostly people remember the hurtful things they've been through. It's an unforgettable experience. You could forget a moment of bliss or one day of happiness, but you never forget that stab in the back. That regret that you must have made the biggest mistake of your life in trusting someone. It is an adversity we all get to deal with one way or the other."