Quotes About Hurt

Hurt gives way to bitterness, bitterness to anger. Travel too far that road and the way is lost.' He

It should hurt, shouldn't it? Shouldn't it hurt to be ripped in half? But it didn't. It didn't hurt the least little bit. Cold. She felt only cold. But the warm rope of her guts laying against her face felt good. Warm. She took comfort in the warmth.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

IT WON'T HURT, said Death. If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

It's the crudest insult he could fling at me, yet I manage to remain calm because nothing he says can hurt me now. I simply don't care. Instead I laugh. "You know, I've just realized something about you. You really are a bastard." "At least I'm not the one who wants to fuck the bush guide." "How do you know I haven't already?" He flings himself onto his side, turning his back to me.

That betrayal may not be a chargeable offense in a court of law. But there is no statute of limitations on its impact. And there should be no forgetting.

If I feel like you've disrespected me, you might as well just be dead to me.

I want to say that nobody accuses their parents of abusing them without justification to do that. I didn't just make it up. A lot of things were true and abusive and horrible things that happened to me that my father did.

People just get kicks out of making other people sad.

The addict will screw you over and lie to you and do all kinds of things.

We didn't do training in grappling for Chiesa; I was about to put the hands on him, put the elbows on him, put the knees on him, put the hurt on him the way I'd trained for.

Being labeled a racist has hurt the most, but I brought that on myself.

I rotated my eyeball—and, goddamnit, even that hurt—to see the leader of my bodyguards peering at me.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark

If you do something bad to me, and I say "okay, let's move on," it does not mean I forgive you.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

When did grief end? Did it ever? Or did you just get numb from hurting yourself on it so many times?

Some people fall apart when they get hurt," he says. "Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

Sometimes feeling nothing hurts the most.

feelings of hurt and betrayal and utter loss poured through me like batter hitting a hot skillet.

There's no such thing as hurting someone for their own good. There's only hurting someone for your own good.

You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.