Quotes About Hurt

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but now words can kill, too.

What you don't learn in art theory is how too big a compliment can hurt more than a slap to the face.

Stick and stones may break your bones and words can kill you too

Our purest joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy. The joy you feel when a limousine turns the wrong way down a one-way street.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways

If you've never been in a fight, you wonder. About getting hurt, about what you're capable of doing against another man.

The thing about Valiums . . . is they don't kill the pain but at least you're not pissed off about being hurt.

Now this is a chemical burn.

It's cliché, but you know sorry doesn't actually do anything, right? It's like a birthday card a month after the day has passed. It's just a, a, a… a token, a word that makes you feel like you did something but that doesn't do anything to fill the hole inside of me.

It's tough when anyone is hurt, it's painful and awful.

Goodbyes do hurt. They hurt so much that we would do anything to avoid feeling that pain again.

tonight they all wished they could cut from their mind's configuration the part that knew—had always known, since infancy—that the great wound of the world was deepening, day on day, and they had no choice but feel the hurt as if it was their own, which of course in part it was.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú destrozaste mi vida.

She groped for words. I supplied them mentally (' He broke my heart. You merely broke my life').

el veneno estaba en la herida y la herida permaneció siempre abierta

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú apenas me destruiste la vida

the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open..

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you'll give me that chance-" "I can't promise you that, Mira. I can't promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have." He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. "But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

Funny how his two special abilities—taking and giving life—were so opposite, but only the "good" one came with pain. He supposed it made sense; life fucking hurt.

Lore? Tell me what Sin said about you being tortured wasn't true,' He didn't look at her as he moved toward the bathroom. 'It wasn't true.' 'You're lying.' 'You told me to.

Instinct made him want to fold her into his arms and fix her hurt, but instead, he steeled himself to finish it. "What? Why do you look so suprised? You are a sex demon. Did you think we could ride off into the sunset, set up a house and fuck up a bunch of kids? The only thing I've ever wanted from you is sex and blood. Fucking and feeding go together for me, and since I can't feed from you anymore...." He gestured to the door. "Get out, and don't ever come near me again." ~Con

Certainly we struggle as victims of other people's unkindness. We have been sinned against. But we cannot excuse our sinful responses to others on the grounds of their mistreatment of us. We are responsible for what we do. We are both strugglers and sinners, victims and agents, people who hurt and people who harm.