U Hurted Me Quotes Novels & Stories

“It isn’t.” Silence. Then I said the thing I’d been thinking since this nightmare started. “Having a difficult life isn’t an excuse.” Hart’s eyes hardened. “Excuse me?” “Pain isn’t permission.” The smile vanished completely. “Careful.” “Trauma isn’t a license.” I held his stare. “To hurt people.” The temperature between us seemed to drop. Dangerously. Because now he understood what I was doing. And he hated it. “I learned that too late.”

"I was just using you to gain information." Her words hurt me harder than a thousand knives. * * * Dun, dun, dun~ what do you think, my angels? :))

“As much as I love having you here, I want you to find your happiness.” “I know, but at least while I am here, I can help you. There is so much I haven’t taught you or been able to show you. It also breaks my heart to see you injured, and there isn’t anything I can do.” Her hand moved to my side, where my ribs still hurt slightly. “It broke my heart when you got hurt, and what if I leave, and something worse happens?”

I can remember you said, all of this was your fault, and I touched your hands and told you not to make the mistake of blaming yourself. Then I dried your tears and said 'No matter how broken I am, no matter how bad the situation might be, never allow whatever caused it to ruin us, as long as we have each other, things will always get better from there...IGNORE WHAT MAKES YOU HATE'...those we're my exact words".

My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside. Tears blurred my vision as they spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t—” My voice trembled. “I didn’t mean—” But the words fell apart before I could finish them. My teeth sank into the edge of my fingernail. Hard. The sharp sting exploded across my tongue as metal and blood filled my mouth. I barely noticed. My body was screaming. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Hurt yourself. The thought whispered through my mind. Hurt yourself.

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

" They're just words, they can't hurt me that much," " Words hurt more than punches and kicks," I knew this because , well, my father . He's hurled alot of hurtful words my way because of one issue involving my rebellious ways or another. Felt like I took a dagger to my heart or something. " I would have been more okay if Leslie slapped your stupid face or even kicked your shins or something. But no one ever recovers from the pain of hurtful words."

I yelled at her. With a weird look on her face, she says “I'm sorry you hurt love” she was Patting my back, pushing her hand away, I pointed to my chest “ ME?! Hurt never “Even I don't believe them words, taking another shot of the whiskey to keep my mouth occupied instead of talking nonsense.

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.

that must have hurt badly. I didn't mean to hurt him like that…