Quotes About Hurt

Pain is the price we pay for memory. It's some kind of sin to forget what hurts, as much as it is to forget what makes us smile. Suffering has its meaning, and memory has its graces.

Beware of the temptation to rationalize your sins by saying that they are too small or too personal to hurt anyone but yourself. As a small pebble thrown into a pond causes wide rings of reaction, your sin can cause a wide ring of suffering.

What happened has hurt us. Now you have to work this out.

A veces las relaciones que se cimentan en el daño son más persistentes que las que se basan en el amor.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

Our love is a hurting delicacy, an old killer whiskey, a curse, and too beautiful for words.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts

I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.

There's nothing, of course, more damaging and hurtful to the psyche than that—searching grimly for things to despise and revile in a person you once loved. You may destroy the beloved image but at the same time you destroy part of the basis of your self-respect, plus a whole vital chunk out of your past. Because, if he is hateful now, what aberration once caused you to waste so much love on him?

Wounds. Broken places. Possibility. Change. Steps toward holiness. Imperfect progress. The hurt in those who hurt me---their underbellies. Grace. Love. Me looking alot more like Jesus than I did before. And to discover through all this seeing---being unglued isn't all that bad.

There's nothing like sorrow to get your attention. It is almost as though sorrow pulls presence out of you. In the midst of sorrow there's nothing to do but be there and celebrate the hurt. We celebrate the hurt through holy screams. Holy screams come from the heart. They are screams that people often, in their ignorance, try to smother. Don't let them take your screams away too early. Holy resignation comes only after holy screams.

Creative scientists and saints expect revelation and do not fear it. Neither do children. But as we grow up and we are hurt, we learned not to trust.

she stopped herself from being hurt long, long ago by not letting herself love anybody or anything.

Hate hurts the hater more'n the hated.

You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt for a while. You don't feel anything. Death- our reaction to death- is sort of like that. You don't feel anything at all. And then, later on, you begin to hurt.

Is it that bad, Mrs. Bowen? Clement asked. Emily shook her head. Gertrude's been hurt and so she's generalizing. It's a pretty good country on the whole, and the people in it, too. We have our faults and they may be glaring, and we have individuals we may not be proud of, but take us by and large we'll stick our necks our for something we believe in, and that in itself may be a fault, but it's one I like. Bravo, Abe said.

It couldn't possibly mean that his latest fling might be someone from Ireland. That would be too hurtful to imagine. Or someone that he was taking to Ireland on a magic trip. Some girl that he was going to impress with his fairytale ways in the Emerald Isle.

Words are life. They can tear down or build up, so use them wisely.

Some people are just like snake, they will never understand your love.

If your success is as a result of a trail of tears & hurt you left in anothers life, Karmas' watching.

Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.

The sharp, superficial pain at being spoken to unkindly had obscured the deeper pain, which had not yet turned into something hard and heavy.

He wrote more or less the same way as he dreamed or masturbated: a mixture of compulsion, enthusiasm, despair, disgust, and wretchedness. And in those days he also had an insatiable curiosity to try to understand why people hurt each other, and themselves, without meaning to at all.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.