Novel & Cerita Quotes When Hurt By Someone You Love

"You don't have to pretend anymore, I know you don't get hurt so easily." "Who said that? I'm a very vulnerable person, just one sentence from another person is enough to make me cry." I objected. Matthew laughed. "Because those are the words of the people you care about, but you should remember that the person who loves you will not let you be sad and the people who often hurt you are not the ones who love you. You should not be sad because of them." Then Matthew put my head on his shoulder. "I will not hurt you, if at some point I accidentally hurt you, you must tell me. If you are sad, I will also be heartbroken." Matthew said sweetly.

"That's it, I forgot the lyrics." A few people applauded reluctantly. And even though I'd been preparing for a heartbreak from the moment I'd met him, I felt a tug at my chest. It was a surprisingly weak tug. I supposed that horrible things are considerate too - they don't come alone, they bring some of their friends around. Because when you're already hurting, more hurt hurts a little less. -

"I hate you! I wish I never met you!" His hurtful words reverberated through my mind, each syllable echoing like a discordant melody. It was excruciating to listen to, but I couldn't help but absorb every word. That's how deeply I loved him. My ears were attuned to him alone. "I hate you, Xiellenna!" I loved him, and yet he harbored such intense hatred for me. This time, I yearned to shield my ears from the painful onslaught. Hearing the person you love utter words of hatred cuts deeper than any physical blow.

Maybe that's how selfish, deaf, and blind you become when you give too much love to someone. "Too much love can kill." Maybe if you love someone, don't give too much. It should be just right, and make sure there's still love left for yourself. Because it's hard to recover from the depths of despair, so until your feelings aren't that deep, try to avoid them. It's also traumatizing. I now have a problem trusting people again; I'm afraid I'll get hurt again. I just want to protect my heart this time. I'm afraid that I'll get hurt again.

“Shut up! Haven’t I made myself clear that I don’t want to see, speak or have anything to do with you?” “Mom told you…” a tear slid down her cheek. “Thank your stars, your family, if you weren’t the soil will make manure of your dung.” Pushed my way out of the house, slid into my car and headed home with my knuckles burning in tight fists. Betrayal hurts but hits deeper when it’s coming from your loved ones. ********

“Don’t trust anyone too quickly. Second, no matter how much you love someone, in the end, you will be left alone.” “I will never be able to trust anyone again. You have broken me so much that I may never be able to trust anyone again.” “Why are you doing this, what is my fault,” “You consider me responsible for that accident; am I not saddened by the death of my child?” "I was worried about you because I love you, dame it," “Is it only you who are saddened by the loss of our child, not me? I was his mother, who could be sadder than me,”

I suddenly remembered how Leta always ended her interviews by saying, "I love my family." I once thought that was a subtle yet sincere expression of her love for me. But now that I thought about it, it just felt like I couldn't be more wrong. That statement wasn't targeted at me only—it was also for Zachary and Anatalia. I was never her only love. I let out a bitter scoff, barely holding onto my shattered heart. I practically stumbled my way out of the study. At that moment, my phone vibrated slightly. I froze the moment I saw the message from Zachary.

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt, Ethan. If it hurts then it’s never love. Love is for better or worse,” my voice choked as I uttered those words. But I continued. “But your love, Your love is like walking through thorns, pine, needles—one’s that prick my skin at every turn I make. Till you finally bleed me dry leaving me desolate.” My chest clenched in pain knowing every word I uttered was the truth. I could see clearly that my words affected him. He looked away, his teeth clenched hard as he growled.

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

I asked myself in tears. Maybe, wishing to be loved back is too much. It is not possible for the one we love to love us too. Part of love, is to be hurt. Every pain, every bitterness is also a good lesson. but if you do not use what you have learned in every disease, and you remain foolish, it is very useless. The memory of the first time we met again suddenly came to my mind. Why was I forced? I wish I could not be hurt like this. I hope I am happy now.