Quotes About Hurt

She looked both hurt and broken. As if her spirit had received one too many mortal blows.

When our conversations become constrained, when we avoid topics that might cause upset, when we accept comments or behavior that are hurtful, we no longer aim for harmony but rather toward a sort of deafness that allows us to stay in a relationship longer than we should.  Our senses have become dulled and we end up settling, even when we are anguished. 

At some times in our lives, our passion makes us perpetrators of hurt and loss. At other times we are the ones who are hurt—all in the name of art. Sometimes we get what we want. Sometimes we pay for another to get what he or she wants.

When Constantine was told that the Roman rabble had stoned the head of his statue, he raised his hands to his head and said, 'How remarkable. I don't feel the least bit hurt.

Unlike men, books were easy. They filled you with all the emotions in the world—joy, dread, fear, hurt, gratification—and then they came to an end. People were different. Unpredictable. Impossible to manage.

Hearts would have to break and be mended, truths would be revealed, risks would be taken. Which, when he thought about it, was simply the way life worked—messy, unpredictable, joyous, mysterious, hurtful and redemptive.

She'd always thought a broken heart would heal with time. Now she knew the hurt only went deeper with each passing day.

Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

She had to teach herself not to feel. Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know that others can survive, as they did.

ecco la mia storia in parole semplici, ho subito un danno: le persone danneggiate sono pericolose

But we all hurt the people we love sometimes. We all let each other down sooner or later. Which is why contrition and forgiveness played a part in any relationship. Trying not to hurt each other, trying not to let each other down in the big things, that was as much as anyone could aim for.

People did terrible things to each other- and half the time they did it by accident.

Yes," I clipped out, "I know. Hurt happens." I heard that long, weary exhalation. "It does. That's life. It's the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, the wins and the losses. I never thought you'd be too afraid to try. I though you were stronger than that.

I don't want to get hurt again. That's true. A week ago we weren't on speaking terms. Now you think you love me. And I don't want to hurt you either. I'm not looking for a steady boyfriend right now.

Forgiving him was like balm on an old hurt place, and it felt sweeter than his apology. Sweeter even than the moment I'd said all the things I'd held in my mouth for twenty angry years. Forgiving him felt like relief.

You're saying things you can't take back. And you don't even mean them.

Love had different beginnings but always the same end. Someone was going to get hurt.

Accept that all of us can be hurt, that all of us can and surely will at times fail. Other vulnerabilities, like being embarrassed or risking love, can be terrifying, too. I think we should follow a simple rule: if we can take the worst, take the risk.

All those small injuries, sorrows, wounds, regrets—the hurtful words, the pain people inflicted on each other, intentionally or not, that seemed so important once. You might not even remember anymore what they were about, those things that once made you so angry, bitter, hurt. Or maybe you remembered, but did any of it matter, really? (Who said what? Who did what, when? Who hurt whom? Well, everybody had hurt everyone.)

There are some hurts that we experience that can be forgiven but we won't forget them.

Porque lo que las palabras lastiman, a veces solo el silencio arregla.

Porque lo que las palabras lastiman, a veces sólo el silencio arregla.

What I do know is that I can't hurt a ghost. I wish I could fall in love with Ann Stuart. I wish I could wed her and bed her and have children with her. I wish I could fill that huge house with little spirit children who would live forever and never die.