Quotes When You Are Hurt Novels & Stories

"It's humiliating, Charlie. Stumbling around like a fool, clinging to a bar and having someone hold me up by a strap-it's the most degrading thing I've ever endured. I'd rather be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life." "You don't mean that." Her gaze snapped in my direction when she turned her head sharply to stare at me; thankfully, I couldn't really look back and keep the truck on the road. "Maybe I do." A funny thing happens when your heart takes up residence with another person's-their hurt becomes your own. I racked my brain for something to comfort her, but so far, I felt like a CD on repeat.

“After the divorce, I felt like I lost everything. He betrayed me, and I’ve never really recovered. Even now, every time I see him, all the pain rushes back.” Scarlett reached for my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. “You’re not alone. I’m here for you,” she said sincerely. “Maybe we can find a way to help you feel better. Have you considered speaking to a professional?” I shook my head. “I know I should, but I’ve never felt ready. It feels too heavy.” She held my gaze, her concern deepening. “Don’t feel pressured to share everything now. I just want you to know that whatever you're feeling, it’s valid. You have every right to feel hurt.”

The owner of the bakery laughed, “You say that every time, but please don’t stop.” Miss Franklin laughed out loud, “Zariah, you always were funny, but I’m happy to see that you never lost that.” I smiled, “What’s the point in turning bitter. That doesn’t help at all. It’s like taking poison and hoping it kills those who hurt you.” She agreed, “I’m so happy you are happy despite all you’ve been through.”

"My own stupid fault, I should know better by now. It's not the first time." I pulled back the cloth and winced at the red burn mark. "That's a nasty one." "Bit more time in the ice and by tomorrow it will be a bad memory." "Time heals all wounds." "This coming from you?" "I didn't say I believed it." "Shan?" "Yeah?" "I need my hand back." "Oh? Oh, right. Sorry."

"Forgiving a person, who is not at all apologetic is good for yourself. But giving the same person a chance to hurt you again, is the worst thing you will do to yourself." [Jacqueline] ******* [Jacqueline] It's been Four days since I and Remo talked, he didn't send me any messages, nor did I. His words, even though he didn't say them, were still ringing in my ears. It was a feeling I didn't want to feel again. Though I did have thought about his words and concluded that he was just being brutally honest with me. And it wasn't like he said it because he wanted to hurt me, it was me who pushed him to answer me like that.

I say smiling. He shakes his head, “that’s so uncalled for; are you fine, I hope their words didn’t hurt you”; I shake my head, “I didn’t care; it’s only people that are close to me that can hurt me. For example if you were the one talking about me in that manner I’ll be deeply hurt” I say

Because when she thought about herself, she still saw the frightened girl from years ago. Still saw locked doors. Still saw shadows. Still saw someone trying very hard not to fall apart. Sophie sat upright again. "You know something?" Jessica looked over. "What?" "I think you've spent so long surviving things that you've forgotten you're more than the things that hurt you." Jessica froze. Silence stretched between them. Because the words landed somewhere deep. Somewhere uncomfortable. Somewhere real. She looked down at the sketch again. More than the things that hurt you. Could that even be true?

Watching her listen to him carefully was so overwhelming to him that his words almost choked him and he got teary-eyed. "You know… l heard someone tell me that if it wasn't for you, it won't last long with you. You may be hurting by now, but… Time will heal those wounds that were out of reach. Eventually, you’ll find yourself healing. Just don't rush it and in time you'll be fine."

I was about to leave when— “I am not scared…” I put back my lifted step on the ground and turned to look at him. “Life has taught me — never allow others to heal your wounds because when they stab, that wound will take forever to heal. If you allow others to wipe your tears, you also give them the power to tear you apart, and that hurts.” With an excruciating glare that day, I saw tears line Amor’s solace filled eyes. “Then don’t allow a person to apply ointment on your wounds. Do it on your own. Why bother everyone around you who are genuinely worried about you?”

So is the teacher little, or you in pride have grown? I am hurt, wounded within. I couldn’t fulfill the cause for which I enrolled. Couldn’t gain confidence. I am torn apart, hurt by part as well as whole. I couldn’t save it. Today still, maybe. I still couldn't explain how much I mean to be fit. Tears don’t bother anymore. I feel pain without any water or substitute. Hurt, wounded deep, I do not weep. I can feel the pain for now even without a real weep.