Best 26 of Hurting heart quotes - MyQuotes
Naide P Obiang
Time heals everything. Trust it.
I play the music of Steven for Steven; ragged, helpless, it owns me, enveloping me with an incomprehensible love -
Work like you don't need the money. Dance like no one is watching. And love like you've never been hurt.
I am always disappointed with someone who loves me - how perfect can he be if he can't see through me?
i know this is love " " but how can be you so sure " " can't you see I'm alone, suffering nd it really hurts , I'm dying everyday a little bit , tell me any other disease where u face all this nd it has no cure buddy , I'm trapped
A speeding bullet from a speeding car could not penetrate his heart
R. J. Blizzard
Time heals nothing; it merely manages the hurt through a lens of unreality. The only salvation is to walk into your reality
We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.
Closure means the door is "kinda shut"..we use it like a temporary swab to dab a bleeding wound that will never heal--only clot.
My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.
Happiness is everywhere round here, but yet something bothers the happiness, a missing factor exists everywhere in the circle of happiness, don't know how to explain yet explained in the language of lost words, unknowingly the matter which bothers yet it disturbs, somewhere hurts... Lost somewhere,,,
Haunted You haunt me in my dreams I can only hear my drowning screams Is it because I'm afraid of you Or am I afraid of this feeling The feeling of being blue Maybe it's me you are healing Can I admit that it's my heart you are stealing I'm afraid of being let down Can you relieve me of the sound The voices tell me to hide In my mind is where they reside Can I ignore the calmness you bring You hold my heart on a string
I’m not good with these types of girls, I had thought as Avena lay there in the middle of the bed, crying silently, trying to cover herself up. I always ended up ruining them.
I wonder if there is a dark side to every great love story. With great love comes great hurt. I wonder if it is inevitable.
I don’t want to be hurt again, so I’ll prepare myself for the worst and hope for the best. The thing is, nothing lasts because nothing is required to last. There’s nothing to gain from being hopelessly in love.
As more people have found the courage to break through shame and speak about woundedness in their lives, we are now subjected to a mean-spirited cultural response, where all talk of woundedness is mocked. The belittling of anyone's attempt to name a context within which they were wounded, were made a victim, is a form of shaming. It is psychological terrorism. Shaming breaks our hearts. All individuals who are genuinely seeking well-being within a healing context realize that it is important to that process not to make being a victim a stance of pride or a location from which to simply blame others. We need to speak our shame and our pain courageously in order to recover. Addressing woundedness is not about blaming others; however, it does allow individuals who have been, and are, hurt to insist on accountability and responsibility both from themselves and from those who were the agents of their suffering as well as those who bore witness. Constructive confrontation aids our healing.
We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue in love without being stronger than our brokenness.
We never love a person after judging them because that's not love then, But today's life lesson is to judge a person before falling in love with that person, It's hard to trust anyone in this cruel world where all are determined to hurt you by any mean.
Cathy Burnham Martin
We will remember the hurt, the injustice, and the trauma, but we can forgive the sinner.
The healing of your hurt I promise you will happen when you have helped someone who is hurting more than you Maria K
Then tell me Mark, how can I do it? How do I watch her life fade everyday but not hurt? How do I continue to breath, when I know she takes one less breath everyday? Why Mark, Why is this happening to someone so precious?
There is a club in this world that you do not join knowingly. One day you are just a member. It is “The life changing events club.” The fee to join the club is hurt beyond belief, payable in full, up front for a lifetime membership. The benefit of the club is a new found perspective on life, and a deep understanding that you may not be happy about your current situation, but you can be happy in your current situation. The only rule to the club is that you cannot tell anyone that you are a member. The club does not provide a directory of its members, but when you look into a member’s eye, you can tell that they too are part of the club. Members are allowed to exchange that brief eye contact that says: “I didn’t know.” Being a member of this club is the last thing that anyone initially wants in their life. Being a member of this club is the best thing that ever happens to a person in their life, and there is not a person in the club that would ever give up their membership. If you really look and know what you are looking for you can spot the clubs members; they are the ones that provide a random act of kindness and do something for someone who can never repay them for what they have done. They are the people spreading joy and optimism and lifting people’s spirits even when their own heart has been broken. I have paid my dues; my lifetime membership arrived today, not by mail, but by a deep inner feeling that I cannot describe. It is the best club that I never wanted to be part of. But I am glad that I am a member.
Scribblings of love are on your heart So you think you can find it anywhere... Darling please beware not everyone has your heart.
I want him to lock his arms around me and throw away the key, because this is where he belongs and I'm scared he'll just let me go again.
When you are hurting in your heart, it's no use even if the entire world asks you how you are feeling. All you need is to be held by someone who doesn't need to ask.
Love hurts because it holds hearts