Quotes About Hurt

Unhappily children do hurt flies

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.

There are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.

And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.

There are different sorts of treachery, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.

There are different kinds of treachery but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.

Every time she thought about him, she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.

I just stood there looking from one distorted face to another, listening to this babble of enraged squabbling as the members of the Walls family gave vent to all their years of hurt and anger, each unloading his or her own accumulated grievances and blaming the others for allowing the most fragile one of us to break into pieces.

Mattie was right about one thing. I should have seen it all coming. I should have seen how much you were hurting, should have seen what Seymour meant to you, should have stopped him from leaving, should have spoken up, done something. If I had seen it coming, we could've fixed whatever was wrong, you and me, we could have made it work. But I didn't. So we can't. Jane was right. I was a danger to you. I never should have come back.

Much more likely you'll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

I love carelessly, live respectfully, speak intelligently, work passionately, trust recklessly, get hurt easily and bounce back effortlessly.

This kind of love doesn't work very well, it destorys the nature of love.

As burned as I've been by local churches and by people who call themselves in God's name, Jesus gave us the church. It's supposed to be a community of like-minded people who encourage and strengthen each other. But that's not how it always works.

When your outlet is taken away from you, when your catharsis is stripped from you and you don't understand why, and you're so disappointed, and you're so blindsided by it, it hurts.

Look, I'm human. Sometimes I'm struggling, sometimes I'm hurting, sometimes I have feelings, sometimes I'm heartbroken. I try to do good in the world even when I'm very sad.

Suffering makes me hungry. Suffering allows me to put some hurt in my opponent. It's a good thing.

I think it's really important to find out why people hurt you or try to oppose you or whatever.

When Messi has the ball centrally, with time, he has so many options to hurt you.

It's difficult for me to imagine a circumstance in which you're disguising your origins in which someone doesn't get hurt.

When someone is outright nasty to you that hurts. I really try not to have a negative outlook. I mean, I'm not going to say I'm not disappointed when I read something bad about myself.

Maybe Larry was wrong about the word friend, maybe he'd been shoved away from everybody for so long all he was was a sponge for the wrongs other people did.

They'd already shouted to each other the facts, but they hadn't had time to press the hurt spots.