Quotes When You Are Hurt Novels & Stories

I ask feeling hurt. “Show all your pain, I don't care if it breaks you into thousands of pieces, I will be here watching that no one touches you while you rebuild and if anyone dares to comment on anything about it, if someone dares to say that you are not worthy, I will finish with him.

The wind carried a chill, brushing past our fingertips. I suddenly remembered a quote I once read: "For those who have been hurt, those heavy scars are never worth reopening." "What should be praised is the courage to endure in desperate situations." The mountain that once stood before me had already been climbed the moment Dylan returned. "Let's end it here, Jeffery. Stop this." "We're both doing fine. Let's not entangle ourselves anymore." His tears suddenly began to fall. His lips trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a word of protest.

Going inside, I sat beside him and held his hand, they say that mate’s touch boosts in healing. If you don’t love me, then why you took my dagger? Sometimes I wanted to hurt you so badly, not because I want to but to let you know how it feels, but I can't. How can I peel you out of my heart, when it beats for you. “Your hurting me, but I love you and every second you don’t love me back… it hurts,” I whispered and placed my head on his hand. My mind was in haze, and throat clot from all the crying.

“I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t even know why I said that.” She almost fell over herself trying to apologize to me. I pulled her to me before she did actually fall over me. “It’s alright,” I soothed softly, petting her wild curls. “I guess the saying is true after all.” “What saying?” She mumbled into my chest. “When a Puhvel hurts, everyone must hurt.” “That’s not a saying. It’s a very terrible thing to say about anyone. Are you saying everyone in my real family is horrible? And so am I by proxy?”

They can't hurt me anymore; they can't hurt me anymore. I kept repeating that sentence in my head over and over again like a broken record. They can't hurt me physically, that is, but mentally, they can. They will always haunt me, no matter what I do. Their words will always be imprinted in my brain. Words hurt more than body pain. You will heal with medication or surgery, but the words will be a part of me till the day I take my last breath. Every word, every kick, every punch. Everything will always be a part of me no matter what I do.

Diana continued insulting me. I lowered my head, taking their insults at me, my body trembling withstood their new blows. Hurting someone with words indeed hurts more than hurting them physically. If the physical wound can still be treated, but the hurt in the feeling is too difficult to heal, "I'm not a bum," I said, shaking. I hold back my tears from coming out.

I just said once that how much pain he gave me he will also go through that pain. But sincerely I didn't mean it. I was hurt, that's why I just said those words. That's why people use to say that, 'Never curse anyone when you are hurt' Now I just want to sweep away all the pain from your heart and fill your life with happiness. Looking at him when I slipped into the deep slumber.

"I will hurt everyone who hurt you, baby. I will let them feel the burning fire of hell. So please... tell me everything..." "Why don't you try to hurt yourself first, Ethan?" That made him stop. I gulped and shook my head. "Among all the people who hurt me in the past, you were the best at hurting me. You always had the way to hurt me. So instead of getting back at them, why don't you hurt yourself? Why don't you let yourself feel the hell first?"

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.

There was a plant and a framed quote behind me: “Ashes to beauty” The interviewer,Whitney,appeared on the screen,poised and polished. With a short intro,we dove into the interview proper. “Misss Sophia,your story has touched millions in weeks. But if you had to go back to the moment you were heartbroken,what would you tell that version of yourself.” I paused,then smiled gently. “I'd tell her that heartbreak won't break her forever. That the loss of something isn't the end. It can be the beginning of the real you.”