When U Hurt Quotes Novels & Stories

“I-I’m sh-shifting.” This is going to hurt.

“Every time people touch me, all I can see is me in my room,” I said as my voice grew louder and I moved a bit away from him. “I can’t breathe. I can't move. I don’t want to feel anything because when I do I always get hurt in the end. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this pain. Why won't it just stop?”

When you think that you’ve had enough… that life can’t get any more worse then it just throws a big rock at you… one that might crush even the little hope that you have been holding onto. That’s life. It will never leave you alone until you learn the lesson… until you learn to endure, accept, let go and move on. In case if you ever try to just run away without dealing with your problems. It will catch up to you eventually. I read this somewhere, and that is one of the things that resonated with me at that time ‘If you never heal from what hurt you, you'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.’

Work, fuck, eat, sleep and repeat. When I read that letter that Jayler wrote me, it was the worst of all the hurtful things that happened to me. It was the real MVP. My heart was shattered into smithereens and my whole world crashed down and exploded leaving nothing, not even a small bit for myself. I guess I’m a sucker for pain.

I never knew love could hurt like this and I started wishing to never know what love is. The unbearable pain made me long for someone to hug and comfort me. I began calling upon my father's name, seeking refuge and solace. The hurt ran deeper than anger. The realization that I was in danger at the hands of my own mate shattered my heart. Holding my ripped dress, I tried to cover myself, left alone with the overflow of misery inside me.

, 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.

“Tell me you're lying about that.” “Nope,” I said sharply. “Life has just been kinda weird to me and most of the times I can only take the pain away with the bottles.” It was hard for anyone to take me seriously when I spoke about being hurt. Like I had just told a lie or something. I for one, almost didn't believe I was hurt.

Michael said quietly, and I heard his footsteps retreating from the door. I watched as silent tears slid down my face. The ache inside me was unbearable, so loud, so consuming, I didn’t know what to do with it. I was tired. Tired of pain. Tired of surviving on anger. Tired of pretending like hurting him would make anything better. It didn’t. It never would. Hurting him only hurt me. And that was the most brutal truth of all. “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Now I understood that quote as it made much more sense now.

“Do not be nonchalant about your feelings.” That hurt, that hurt so fucking much.

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.