Quotes About Hurt

The surgery of life hurts. It helps me, though, to know that the surgeon himself, the Wounded Surgeon, has felt every stab of pain and every sorrow.

It only takes a minute to cause hurt but sometimes a lifetime to repair. Be careful with your words and actions.

I spent half my life being hurt. The leftovers of hurt are an automatic gesture, like a dog that salivates.

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

Because the greater the love, the more devastating the sense of betrayal.

Until we bless those who have hurt us, we will not experience true emotional healing and freedom.

Every poem is an infant labored into birth and I am drenched with sweating effort, tired from the pain and hurt of being a man, in the poem I transform myself into a woman.

So clear off the streets when the sun goes down because darkness has always been hers, it's where she's lived all her life and she can see in the dark, cry in the dark, eat and love and hurt in the dark, it's hers and it's all we gave her, so when she catches us there in it, she doesn't give a shit who we are, what color we are, she'll bring it to us, make us feel a little of the darkness she's felt and lived in all her life.

By paying attention to another woman (Edward to Lucy and Frederick to Louisa), about whom he doesn't really care, each man hurts the woman he really loves and who really loves him.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly -- hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

but I think comedy is more aggressive than that. It is a medium for revenge. We can deflate and punish the pomposity and the rejection which hurt us. Comedy is power.

What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my "friends" had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain. p. 128

Em knows how to nurse a grudge. She doesn't act out, doesn't yell or cry or throw things. She just quietly removes you from the circle of people she trusts. Once you cross that line with Em, there's no going back.

We think fathers are supposed to be these perfect role models – and maybe they should be, but really their just men. I think most daughters lose sight of that fact and then when their dad's fall short of the 'God' status they get hurt. They're men. We need to keep it in perspective and not set our standards so high. Face it, most of them should have to apply for a license just to be able to procreate. Seriously

Even when the divorce papers had come in the mail, even when he'd finally signed them, he'd still felt married, still felt as if he had to be faithful to those vows even though they were empty and meaningless now. Perhaps that was just because he was afraid of moving past those vows, afraid of starting over. So now he looked straight into the eyes of that fear. The fear of being hurt again. The fear of not being worthy of a woman's love. The fear of failure.

People were crazy with pain and secrets.

The note of almost unbearable irritation sounding through the deliberately calm tone in which he has just spoken penetrates her child's heart like a cruel needle of ice. Her face falls grotesquely, her mouth trembles, tears - the sudden, despairing tears of a hurt child - fill her eyes to the brim.

It was the emotional equivalent of driving a knife into someone's heart, then viciously twisting it to do even more damage.

But words can beat down a person as surely as fists

Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

It's never too late to forgive someone and let go of some hurt. Life is short. We only really have this very moment! To live it fully is a gift we give back to ourselves.

I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.

Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.