You Hurt Me Quotes For Him Novels & Stories

Besides, no sane person hits a smiling face. “You’ve hurt me in more ways than you realize,” I said quietly, my voice cracking slightly despite myself. “But I don’t think you really understand what it means to hurt someone like me.” His jaw tensed, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something, regret, maybe? Frustration? He exhaled sharply before stepping closer, his gaze softening. “Then tell me. I want to understand, Star.” I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Did I even know how to put it into words?

I act like I am in pain and mouthed 'you hurt me' to him. "But I was wrong. You made me realize that my mom and dad let me live because I need to meet you. I still need to live because of you. When you helped me, gave me a shelter and even made a new rule in the university just for me. Oh well, that rule is now useless thanks for that. You made a rule saying that no one should hurt or harm me. But you are the one who hurt me and threw those painful words." He pauses and glares on me. I suddenly feel so in pain because of his statement.

I whispered, my voice tinged with longing. "I know you don’t" he soothed, his voice a balm on my raw emotions "Back then, I was blind to your perspective. Your swift rejection of my feelings wounded me deeply, but I understand now. You hurt me, not out of malice, but out of fear of causing more pain if you stayed, knowing you couldn't reveal your entire self to me. You tried to set me free, but your prison is a sanctuary I don't wish to leave. Yes, you hurt me, but I am still here. If more pain is the price, then so be it, Rima. I will always be here. So don't fear that. I'll choose your hurt over a life without you" His words washed over me, a soothing tide that quelled the storm within. In

My legs feel like they might give out, but I force them forward. Behind me, I hear him say. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I don’t look back. “You didn’t mean to do a lot of things,” I mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. “But you did.” --------

"I really did like you. Or maybe I didn't. I'll never know now." Eamon was quiet, just watching me with those careful eyes. "Maybe I just liked having you around. Maybe I just liked that security." My laugh came out bitter and broken. "But losing you this fast in this life, and not even because you found out I'm the worst person you could give your love to... it really hurts." "You're not horrible, Saraphina." "You don't know what I did though. So you cannot say that." I looked at him, really looked at him, and the pain in my chest got worse. "I hurt somebody."

“You didn’t even like me.” He slapped a hand on his forehead. “I’m so stupid, you know. Jeez, I’m a fool. You literally made it known by your biting remarks. You wanted me to leave, and I was a parasite in your life. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m confused though. Was that enough for you to hurt me?” Tears spilled from my eyes. “Mike.” I whispered. His hands my chin in a caress, and in a quick move, he tweaked it to side. It hurt like hell, but I embraced the pain. It was nothing compared to what he was obviously going through.

“Why are you always trying to get under my skin? I don’t want to see you. Can’t you respect that? Just leave me alone!” “Hey, calm down. I'm not here to get you upset,” he said quickly, “I’m as hurt as you are about what happened. If I could, I would take your pain myself. I would rather be the one lying in that bed with bandages than see you like this.”

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

The guilt weighed heavy on my heart as I watched him leave, knowing that I had irreparably hurt my best friend, my cousin. "Now I will take your life away from you," he whispered, his voice filled with betrayal and hurt as he punched the wall in frustration. The sound of his fist hitting the wall reverberated through the room, a physical manifestation of the pain I had inflicted upon him.

“I guess that means you’re in too deep.” “Nope, no. You’re supposed to tell me I should find a way to push them away, even if I’ll get hurt in the process.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why do you have to get hurt in the process? If anyone should be in pain, it’s them.” “I don’t like that—hurting people, I mean. I feel horrible doing it to you.” “Never mind me. I’ll just be your practice, babe. Now, tell me, who’s the asshole?”