When Someone You Love Hurt You Quotes Novels & Stories

Even now, hours later, my chest still felt heavy, as if the weight of it all had pressed down on me and refused to let go. It was in that moment of silence that I realized something I had always heard people say but never truly believed until now: when a woman loves you with her whole heart, you had better not hurt her. Because if you do, you don’t just lose her, you create your biggest enemy. The same depth she loved you with was the same depth she could hate you with.

"But I can't help it that I feel hurt." "Of course it does," Lily said. "I thought I was in that situation before and thought that Lucas did not love me." "Look, this is an unbiased advice. I hate breaking into you, but Lucas and I are married. It's pointless to keep liking him." Lily was sitting on the couch. She leaned forward and studied Shauna. She said, "Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The more you hug it, the more it hurts."

“It makes you human. And strong enough to acknowledge your pain instead of burying it.” Silence wrapped around us again. I reached for a cookie, not because I was hungry but because I needed something, anything, to hold onto. “I love him,” I said suddenly. “I really do. But every time I look at him now, I see Luca’s eyes. And I hate myself for it.” Calista leaned forward. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you won’t ever be hurt by them. Or by their past. It just means you’re willing to work through it, anytime you’re ready.”

"My heart is broken." "Broken hearts can heal." "Can they?" "Yes. If you let them." "I don't know how to let mine heal." "By letting people love you." "What if they hurt me again?" "What if they don't?" "Everyone hurts me eventually." "I won't hurt you." "How do I know that?" "Because I've already lost you once. I'm not going to risk losing you again." Victoria squeezed my hand. "Jane, can I ask you something?" "What?"

“You know I’ve done a lot for you and I’ve asked just for one thing. For you to love me.” I scoffed. “With all you’ve done, that’s the precise reason why I don’t love you.” “Why can’t you see that I’m a human with feelings for you? I’ve made mistakes but you don’t need to punish me like this.” “Punish you?” I scoffed. “Did you just say punish?” “Yes. I love you.” “People who love people don’t poison them. They don’t poison their partners. They help them succeed. What you did was unforgivable.”

Because I may not know much above love it loving someone but I know one thing. You do not hurt someone you love, not the way they hurt me.

"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.

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

He was actually thinking,he was thinking about love. "Not much.But I know that if you loved someone,you wouldn't hurt them"

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.