Quotes About Hurt

Listen to them. The wolves. They're singing to him, for him. They know he's hurt." Jacques opened the car door for her. His dark eyes, so like Mikhail's, slid over her. "You are very unusual." "So Mikhail says.

Something was very wrong. It was all there, if she just reached for it. Raven believed that faraway voice, felt warmth and love enfold her in strong, protective arms. She knew that feeling, that voice. It wasn't quite right. You're hurt. How? Mikhail replayed the recent events in his mind for her. Raven inhaled, feeling as if someone had hit her square in the stomach. Mikhail. Gregori is turning into some kind of tyrant. I would not dare die , he assured.

You're hurt. How? Mikhail replayed the recent events in his mind for her. Raven inhaled, feeling as if someone had hit her square in the stomach. Mikhail. Gregori is turning into some kind of tyrant. I would not dare die , he assured.

When I saw Fäolin fall, I understood then that the true agony of war isn't being wounded yourself, it's having to watch those you care about being hurt.

Heart broken-he felt a deep ache in his chest, like that of a sore muscle, and each beat of his heart pained him

The true agony of war isn't being wounded yourself, it's having to watch those you care about being hurt.

The pain is of our own making. It only hurts as much as we let it

They do not care if they are trapped or not, for we cannot hurt them.

At last Paul went on. I know how it is, son. You won't do it, you haven't the nerve for it-you're soft. He waited, while those cruel words sank in. Yes, that's the word, soft. You've always had everything you wanted- you've had it handed to you on a silver tray, and it's made you a weakling. You have a good heart, you know what's right, but you couldn't bear to act, you'd be too afraid of hurting somebody.

Excess weight was the physical accumulation of past hurts, insults, disappointments, and resentments that, once released from the mind and soul, were freed from the body.

People who are in the right often don't know how to behave. They lose their tempers and swear. They act tactlessly and intolerantly. Usually they get blamed for every that goes wrong at home or work. While those who are in the wrong, those who hurt others, always know how to behave. They act calmly, logically and tactfully-and appear to be in the right.

The shock caused by the fall of a careless word displaces that against which it strikes. At times it happens, without our knowing why, that because we have received an almost imperceptible blow from a chance word, the heart insensibly empties itself of love. He who loves, perceives a decline in his happiness. There is nothing more to be dreaded than this slow exudation from the fissure in the vase.

in becoming malicious he only picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded. He

One would have called it a luminous wound.

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

You have so much love to give. It must hurt to hold it in all the time.

No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return.

The last thing she wanted was to give someone the power to hurt her. Self-preservation was the one thing she'd learned from her mother.

some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime.

I can drop a dove in midflight. And I don't even want to hurt them. You, I kinda want to shoot.

They were always doing that to each other, misinterpreting, imagining the worst. No wonder every conversation bruised one or the other.

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it - the dust, the drought, the fights with you - never once did I stop loving you or Ant or the farm.

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it—the dust, the drought, the fights with you