Quotes About Hurt

That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

you were never worthy if her. she knew so much more than you did. so you had to destroy her. you think you saved her. but you destroyed her.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

Now I know: Love isn't so straightforward. It's never a matter of telling yourself to do it and doing it. It's never a matter of someone else telling you to do it and doing it. It can't exist between two people if they can't also feel it exist outside of them, too. It can involve hurt, but it shouldn't make you hurt all the time. Then it's not love. It's a trap disguised as love. -Rhiannon

I'd been hurt, yes—but I'd never meant to become hurtful. I didn't want to close down anyone but myself.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

i would rather eat dog shit full of razor blades than have anything to do with you.

I wondered: Did mom and Darren hurt us more by what they did or by what they didn't do? Which wounds us more-the hostile presence or the absent kindness?

His "devoted" is italicized by sarcasm, underlined by hurt.

Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear?

Your trash. You're trash. Your family's trash.

Either way, but especially the latter, hurt the feelings he supposedly didn't have.

Forgiveness is a heartache and difficult to achieve because strangely, it not only refuses to eliminate the original wound, but actually draws us closer to its source. To approach forgiveness is to close in on the nature of the hurt itself, the only remedy being, as we approach its raw centre, to reimagine our relation to it.

Lies hurt people; imagination makes life more fun.

All of life is an act of letting go but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Elle aurait dû m'avertir. Je n'admets pas qu'elle m'ait trahi en secret.

Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.

this is real. This life. We're really here - this is really happening. Suffering is real. When you hurt people, it's real. When you fuck one of our best friends, that's a real thing and it hurts me.

He was having an odd paternal rush, a blood surge that was also about blood and was presently hunting through Howard's expansive intelligence to find words that would more effectively express something like don't walk in front of cars take care and be good and don't hurt or be hurt and don't live in a way that makes you feel dead and don't betray anybody or yourself and take care of what matters and please don't and please remember and make sure

And underneath it all, there remained an ever present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belong everywhere.

And underneath it all, there remained an ever-present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belong everywhere. It