Quotes When You Are Hurt Novels & Stories

Listen to Enya - May It Be, - Caribbean Blue, - Echoes In Rain. - (Favourite KAJ quotes) Victims of heartbreak say "It's not healthy to build your life around one person, when you should be out with several people, discovering yourself." But they forget that, most times, love blinds the eyes of the heart, that it becomes stupid and forget to remind you to prepare for a meant to happen destruction sometime in the future, or perhaps, on the morrow.

“Does it hurt? Why are you so foolish? How could you hit yourself like that?” Lucas looked at her worried expression and smiled foolishly, wiping away her tears. “It doesn’t hurt. Not at all. As long as you don’t cry, nothing else matters. When you cry… that’s when it hurts the most.”

The guilt weighed heavy on my heart as I watched him leave, knowing that I had irreparably hurt my best friend, my cousin. "Now I will take your life away from you," he whispered, his voice filled with betrayal and hurt as he punched the wall in frustration. The sound of his fist hitting the wall reverberated through the room, a physical manifestation of the pain I had inflicted upon him.

It feels like I was just slapped by the truth, I don't know what should I feel right now. If there is one thing that I am certain right now, it is that I am hurt by what he said because it's one of the painful truths that I'm trying to ignore for so long since I know that it won't help me. Then I heard those words from Zuck, it's a different pain when someone spits those words in your face with hatred and disgust. I did not even realize that little by little my tears starts trickling down from my eyes. 'Have some respect for yourself, Ashton.' Those are Zuck words that echoes in my mind until now.

Her words reverberated through his mind like a broken record, her tone and delivery etched deeply into his memory. They had stripped him of his defenses, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. The weight of her words felt crushing, pressing down on his shoulders and threatening to overwhelm him. His emotions churned within him like a tempestuous storm, refusing to dissipate. Alexander took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and quell his turbulent emotions. But the hurt remained, persistent and nagging like an unceasing ache. He raised the glass to his lips once more, the smooth burn of the scotch offering temporary respite from the pain.

Each word he utters is a fresh wound, but paradoxically, also a balm. "I... I can't believe this," I finally manage, my voice a broken whisper. "I'm so hurt. So incredibly hurt. You... you did all of those things. You tried to take everything from me, everything I loved, everything I worked for. I was so lost, so broken." The tears keep flowing, each one a testament to the agony I endured. I remember the sleepless nights, the gnawing doubts, the crushing feeling of worthlessness.

I'm staring at my laptop screen, rereading the last few paragraphs of the chapter that I've ever written. "It didn't really hurt that you chose her over me in the first place. I knew the moment I whispered the word "love" into your ear, you'd walk away from me, and it didn't bother me in the least. It didn't hurt at all — because the hurt is a word that can be said in a split second, and what I was feeling was nowhere near that level of pain. You didn't mean any harm to me at all. Inflicted more than wounds that I would be able to treat not in a heartbeat but over the course of several seasons if I had to. Despite the fact that you barely scratched my skin, you inadvertently scathed my unpro

, I complained. “I’m sorry for hurting you, babe! But this lesson was important for you. Treat others the way you want to be treated.”, he said and picked me in his arms. I quickly wrapped my hand around his neck, not trusting him this time. Who knew he would do the same? What if he would have taken that quote seriously, ‘Hurt me once, I will kill you twice.’ He made me sit on the bed carefully, and by that time, the pain was half gone. All thanks to Leia for that.

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.

Unadulterated hurt. 'I guess we truly may be shit. The lowest you'd ever find.' With that, I leaned forward, picked up one of the stones scattered around and pointed its jagged edge to my wrist. The stone wasn't sharp or anything, but with enough force, it would do the damage needed. Give me the pain I craved.