hurting Quotes

“love will come and when love comes love will hold you love will call your name and you will melt sometimes though love will hurt you but love will never mean to love will play no games cause love knows life has been hard enough already”

“you look at me and cry everything hurts i hold you and whisper but everything can heal”

“My body was broken—just how badly I wouldn’t find out until later—but I felt healed. Healed at last. I laughed.”

″‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit. ‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.‘”

“And when I first showed him my scar, he said it was interesting. He used the word ‘textured’. He said ‘smooth’ is boring but ‘textured’ was interesting, and the scar meant that I was stronger than whatever it was that had tried to hurt me.”

“Every loss is unprecedented. You can’t ever know someone else’s hurt, not really—just like touching someone else’s body isn’t the same as having someone else’s body.”

″‘It hurts,’ said Mr. Fox. ‘I know it does, sweetheart. But it’ll soon get better.‘”

“I open up a paper clip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this? A whimper, a peep? I draw little windowcracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting. It looks like I arm-wrestled a rosebush.”

“It wasn’t my fault. He hurt me. It wasn’t my fault. And I’m not going to let it kill me. I can grow.”

“Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.”

“The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.”

“I his book Peck rightly emphasizes that most of us ‘confuse cathecting with loving.’ We all know how often individuals of cathecting insist that they love the other person even if they are hurting of neglecting them. Since their feeling is that of cathexis, they insist that what they feel is love.”

“The fact is, I was sick, but not in an easily explained flu kind of way. It’s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other recognizable disease just to make it simple for me and also for them.”

“‘I’m broken, and no one can fix it. I’ve tried. I’m still trying. I can’t love anyone because it’s not fair to anyone who loves me back.’”

“Real humility lies in self-forgetfulness. Few want to hear this but it’s true, and it can be enormously helpful in life: if you are constantly being hurt, offended, or angered, you should honestly evaluate your inflamed ego.”

“If you’re constantly being hurt, offended, or angered, you should honestly evaluate your inflamed ego.”

“Needing people ended in hurt.”

“You teach me now how cruel you’ve been—cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort.”

“She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she has practiced denying them in herself.”

“It’s not a question of whether you will hurt, or of how much you will hurt; it’s a question of what you will do, and how well you will do it, while pain has her wanton way with you.”

“Frightened eyes and a fountain looked back at Ammu. ‘D’you know what happens when you hurt people?’ Ammu said. ‘When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.’ ”

“It hurts to look at the clouds, but it also helps, like most things that cause pain.”

“We are all vulnerable in love. We are more emotionally naked with those we love and sometimes, inevitably, we hurt each other with careless words or actions.”

“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”

“Every man carries a wound. I have never met a man without one. No matter how good your life may have seemed to you, you live in a broken world full of broken people.”

“God’s relationship with us and with our world is just that: a relationship. As with every relationship, there’s a certain amount of unpredictability, and the ever-present likelihood that you’ll get hurt.”

“It was the worst hurt he had ever known.”

“‘Sometimes you can’t worry about hurt. Sometimes you worry only about getting where you have to go.’”

“I get that you’re scared and that you’ve been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.”

“When a person comes to talk to you, you should be patient and listen. Especially if he has hurt you in any way.”

“His words hit me in the gut and my head spins. He’s right. I’ve been choosing alone because it’s safe and easy. It doesn’t mean that I’m stronger or smarter than everyone else. Just that I’m... scared. I’m letting all of the hurt I’ve had over the last few years keep me from moving forward.”

“Only a short time ago, I learned that people laughed at me. Now I can see that unknowingly I joined them in laughing at myself. That hurts the most.”

“I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.”

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

“You’ll live and get hurt.”

The pain that comes from loving someone who’s in trouble can be profound.

But it is not what I am saying that is hurting you; it is that you have wounds that I touch by what I have said. You are hurting yourself. There is no way I can take this personally.

“I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.”

“I wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn’t hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I’m stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I’ll never measure up to anyone’s expectations. I surely don’t measure up to what I’d like to be.”

“‘Because every now and then, I’d meet a guy and think that we were getting along great, and suddenly I’d stop hearing from him. Not only did he stop calling, but if I happened to bump into him sometime later, he always acted like I had the plague. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t. And it bothered me. It hurt me. With time, it got harder and harder to keep blaming the guys, and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. That maybe I was simply meant to live my life alone.’”

“She learned back and looked at him with something like hurt, and then he almost but didn’t say the two sentences he’d been meaning to say for years: Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.”

“If you don’t see her, you won’t fall in love. If you don’t fall in love, you won’t get hurt.”

“If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back.”

“If I turned right here I’d go up past my gallery—what was my gallery, now a vacant shop window—but I don’t want to, because that still hurts a little.”

“Every hour wounds. The last one kills”

“Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?” Nothing, precious,” she said; “they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.”

“I said I would not hurt him. But I never for a moment said he would not suffer pain. You will do the actual tormenting.”

“It’s impossible to go through life unscathed. Nor should you want to. By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishments.”

I saw people who were hostile; they had felt so much hurt that hostility was their only defense against being crushed again.

Walking away may hurt for a while, but your heart will eventually heal.

Whatever happens around you, don’t take it personally... Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves.

“You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”

“In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.”

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.”

“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.”

″‘You won’t hurt him,‘whispered Hodge. ‘You swore you wouldn’t hurt him.’

“‘Dear little Dot, life is so damned hard.’ She was crying upon his shoulder. ‘So damned hard, so damned hard,’ he repeated aimlessly; ‘it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can’t be hurt ever any more. That’s the last and worst thing it does.’”

“Well ‒ what shall we hang? The holly or each other?”

“The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you’re hurt.”

“Believe your child. When your child says it hurts, rubs, or stings, it does, even if the same thing doesn’t bother you.”

“Still, I kept thinking about Lydia. The good parts of our relationship felt like a rat walking around and gnawing at the inside of my stomach.”

“There is nothing worse than being broke and having your woman leave you. Nothing to drink, no job, just the walls, sitting there staring at the walls and thinking. That’s how women got back at you, but it hurt and weakened them too. Or so I like to believe.”

“Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire….Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”

“Since those heady days I heard an adage that seems to apply here: ‘Hurt people hurt people.‘”

“The idea was to create a sort of lasagna of pain.”

“Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.”

“I see now that I was in pain and wanted others to feel it, too. This was my way of communicating.”

“Whether in a suit or in a loincloth, people are ignorant, little thorns, cutting into one another.”

“Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. It always comes to this. If they really had a desire to live, they would’ve been more aware of how easy it is to die, would’ve chosen their actions more wisely. In these moments, you can tell they’re not regretting having hurt you, they regret doing it to your face.”

“My pride is hurt. And my pride is about all I’ve got left to me....You’re tearin’ my guts out, Claire.′

“No worry, lass. I’ve been hurt by much worse, and by people much less pretty.”

“My father held Christopher’s little fingers protectively, proudly. As one of those memories that you capture and that remains unchanged through the years, the image of the two of them walking along in that night produced a surprising reaction in me that would come back every time I recalled it. What first flashed in my brain and my heart was--How come that couldn’t have been me? How come I never got a chance to do that? As time went on, I recognized that it wasn’t anger of course. But I was jealous of my little boy, ridiculous as that was. Below that layer, in the core of my being, was simple hurt.”

″ Next from the pileup skinned-knee D and stubbed-toe E and patched up F. ”

″ ‘Will it hurt?’ asked Sister. ‘Not nearly as much as biting your tongue or bumping your shin, ” the doctor explained.

″ It happened so fast that Sister didn’t even have time to say ouch! The little cubs who were watching were very impressed. So was brother.”

“Don’t you know a Sand-fairy when you see one?” It looked so grieved and hurt that Jane hastened to say, “Of course I see you are, now. It’s quite plain now one comes to look at you.” “You came to look at me, several sentences ago,”

Chosen to care, he makes his way through town helping and hurting (when necessary) until only one question remains: Who’s behind Ed’s mission?

″ ‘Oh drat,’ said Toad. ‘Not only do my feet hurt, but I have lost one of the buttons on my jacket.’ ”

“Sampson himself did baby-sitting, and they didn’t mind a bit about hurting his feelings, or any other part of him for that matter.”

″...we still have no sofa and no big chairs. When mama comes home, her feet hurt. ‘There’s no good place for me to take a load off my feet,’ she says.”

“Sometimes it seems like writing is the only way I keep from hurting.”

“When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.”

“It was Little Toot. He was not fighting the waves. He was riding on top of them, bouncing from one wave to the next like a rubber ball. The pounding hurt like anything, but Little Toot kept right on going.”

″ ‘There is a tiger in my room,’ said Frances. ‘Did it bite you?’ said Father. ‘No’, said Frances. ‘Dd he scratch you?’ said Mother. ‘No,’ said Frances. ‘Then he is a friendly tiger’, said Father. ‘He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.’ ”

“Poor Thomas was going faster than he had ever gone before. He was out of breath and his wheels hurt him, but he had to go on. ‘I shall never be the same again,’ he thought sadly. ‘My wheels will be quite worn out.’ ”

I shook my head, chewing my lip. Without realizing it, I had really enjoyed talking to someone who didn’t know that I was motherless, hadn’t seen me broken and raw after I lost her.

“Henry’s heart hurt and he cried for an hour.”

″ ‘Cuckoo,’ she said reproachfully, ‘I didn’t think you were so hardhearted. I have been so unhappy about you, and I was so pleased to hear your voice again, for I thought I had killed you, or hurt you very badly; and I didn’t mean to hurt you, cuckoo. I was sorry the moment I had done it, dreadfully sorry. Dear cuckoo, won’t you forgive me?’ ”

“He suspected a lot was broken. His arm maybe as well as a rib or two. But my spine, my legs? His goos arm worked for him. It gave leverage to his back. There was pain, but not agony. Shift your legs. Try them. Go on, move. They muscles at first refused to co-operate. Am I paralysed?

“You can’t blame yourself forever, Andy. And if you had died instead of Rob, would you want him to be hurting like you are now?”

″ ‘Ma-a-a-ma!’ she cried. ‘One of my teeth is loose! It will hurt and I’ll have to stay in bed! I won’t be able to eat my breakfast and go with daddy to Buck’s Harbor!’ ”

“Hurt no living thing: ladybug not butterfly. Nor moth with dusty wing, not cricket chirping cheerily, nor grasshopper so light of leap, nor dancing gnat, not beetle fat, nor harmless worms that creep.”

“He got me!′ Rhoda screamed. ‘Wait a minute,’ said Stanley. ‘It hurts!’ Rhoda screamed. ‘It’s just a bee sting,’ said Stanley. ‘It hurts!’ Rhoda cried. ‘Let me see it,’ asked Stanley. ‘No!’ said Rhoda.”

“Why do the unremarkable sights of a town that no longer exists make my heart hurt this much?”

“That’s life for you,” said McDunn. “Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can’t hurt you no more.”

“I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.”

“I have been hurt so bad and I still love so hard, I admire my heart for that.”