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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 can only diffuse kindness, to the souls filled with bitterness. This is the greatest deeds to awaken their good spirit.

We cannot let our hurts, fears, and prejudices get in the way of God’s calling for our lives.

We can't pack down hurt, nor can we off-load it to someone else while maintaining our authenticity and integrity. Most of us have been on the receiving end of one of these outbursts. Even if we have the insight to know that our boss, friend, colleague, or partner blew up at us because something tender was triggered and it's not actually about us, it still shatters trust and respect. Living, growing up, working, or worshipping on eggshells creates huge cracks in our sense of safety and self-worth. Over time, it can be experienced as trauma.

We carry the world. They did. All those young men did. They carried the world, and it was heavy, and they didn't know what to do with it. Was this the rest? Was this the war? Things had already spun out of control and they weren't always as black and white or as right or wrong as Nick liked to think.

We crafted everything that hurt us into art.

We enslave in the manner we talk to ourselves. But the truth is, God already set us free. He secured our release. To constantly hurt ourselves, resting in our inadequacy, is to call Him a LIAR.

We hurt one another. We go through life dressing up in new clothes and covering up our true motives. We meet up lightly, we drink rosé wine, and then we give each other pain. We don't want to! What we want to do, what one really wants to do is put out one's hands—like some dancer, in a trance, just put out one's hands—and touch all the people and tell them: I'm sorry. I love you. Thank you for your e-mail. Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you. But we can't. We can't. On the little life raft of Mark only one other person could fit. Just one! And so, thwarted, we inflict pain. That’s what we do. We do not keep each other company. We do not send each other cute text messages. Or, rather, when we do these things, we do them merely to postpone the moment when we'll push these people off, and beat forward, beat forward on our little raft, alone.

We, hurt by ourselves, keen to be hurters and keen to be hurt back deep inside. We, like weapons laid beside anger asleep.

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.

We’ll fight them. We took down my dad. We’ve taken down so many since then. We’ll take down these jokesters too.” “I will never let anything happen to you,” Nick growls into my hair. “I will die before you get hurt again. So help me God, Zara. I will die." “Me too.” “What?” “I will die before I let anyone hurt you or Issie or Dev or Gram or . . .” I stop and pull my head away from his chest so I can look up at him. “This list is getting kind of long and melodramatic, isn’t it?” He laughs. His hand moves slowly up my spine. He starts leaning down for a kiss. “Yeah. It is.

Well, I don't care," said Bird out loud, said Bird, who cared so much that she couldn't bear to touch the hurt. "I don't care. I ran away from Summer, and I will make my own castle. I will be my own queen.

Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.

Well, you're right. I'm a Freak." "Huh?" "I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am. Sorry if that bothers you.

We may shine, we may shatter, We may be picking up the pieces here on after, We are fragile, we are human, And we are shaped by the light we let through us, We break fast, cause we are glass. We are glass.

We met at a cross-roads in life, But we were going different directions. We were part of each other's lives, But only for a moment. The first person that you meet in life Won't necessarily be the one who's forever. Just look at you and me, And it's not hard to see that This is the moment before life goes on. We are still friends; We are still really good friends. Please tell me that you agree. But I'm not the one for you, And you just can't see yourself with me.

We never regret the love we give, We regret giving it to the wrong people …

We pick at scabs of a bleeding heart because we don’t want time to carry on and allow the wound to heal and scar over, we wish to perpetuate, prolong, and preserve the last time they were close to us, before they walked away.

We're all a bit bad. We all have things in our lives that bring us shame and regret. Things that have hurt our souls or hurt the people we love. But 're all a bit good too. i reckon we're mostly good actually. And life is about trying to learn the balance, plot our place on the continuum... We're not just made up of good and bad: we're everything else too.

We really never so important for people as much as we think and feel. Do not afraid to live and die alone. it is not a pity at all , its much better to live in fake relation and with people who do not love you and do not have respect and value of your love.

We will remember the hurt, the injustice, and the trauma, but we can forgive the sinner.

We weren’t running on fuel, we were running on fumes.

We shall find true happiness once you have learnt to accept your loneliness.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

We would be in each other's lives again. No, he hadn't been the best father, but he was my father, and we loved each other. We needed each other. Though he'd disappointed me countless times through the years, life had already proven too short for me to hold on to that. So I let go of my hurt. I let go years of frustration between us. Most of all, I let go of any desire to change my father and I accepted him for who he was. I took all of my anguish and released it like a fistful of helium balloons to the sky, and I chose to forgive him.

What came next wasn't exactly silence, because although it was quiet, a thousand things were being said. I hated that part about an unhappy household--that feeling of being perched and listening, the way an animal must feel at night in the dark, assessing danger.

What are merit (Punya) and demerit (Paap) karma? God resides in every living being in this world. So do not have an inner slightest intent to hurt any living being. Otherwise, you will bind demerit (paap) karma for the wrong doing. And when you have the intent to give happiness to others or when you give the slightest happiness to others, then you give happiness to God, for which you will bind merit (punya) karma.

What causes Conflict? Agnan (Delusionary knowledge, Knowledge other than the True Self).

What did you do to her?” There were a thousand things he’d done. I didn’t believe her. I didn’t trust her. I didn’t show her how much I loved her. I didn’t protect her. He settled on: “I made a mistake.

What does syadvad (speech that does not hurt the ego of any living being) speech say? Speak in such a way that 5 people benefit from it and that it does not interfere [conflict] with anyone.

Whatever I learned, Whatever I knew, Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew, Away in some dilemma, Always in some confusion, The purpose of this life, Seems like an illusion!

What do you do when your words aren't enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard? And yet, only the most deafening silence returns the echoes of your screams. Is there something beyond words and action?

what does it mean to be descendant of something monstrous? to still love the monster?

Whatever hurt you felt is not an excuse to inflict the same on others.

What gets in the way of living with vitality," Tejpal asked. Everything, I thought to myself. "Wounds," Tejpal said. She talked about the importance of forgiveness, and how the most important step in forgiveness is to allow yourself to feel the pain of the hurt you received. Only then would the pain begin to heal. Suddenly, Dracula leaned forward and spoke up. Even though this wasn't really a situation where you were supposed to speak without being called on. "That's not true," she blurted out angrily, her Long Island accent pulling all her vowels downward. "There are some things people do that hurt you forever and that cause scars that will never heal. Just 'cause you think about them doesn't mean they're going away." All the women in the room turned around to stare at this angry person. This was supposed to be a touchy-feely, self-discovery happy place where Tejpal was in charge. You are not supposed to attack Tejpal. I sensed that people thought she was crazy and normally I would find her as annoying for not getting it as everyone else was, but instead I felt a wave of deep compassion. It was the first time during my visit to Miraval that I felt attuned to how deeply, painfully exposed people can allow themselves to be when there's even a sliver of permission to be honest.

What happens to us are tiny matters compared to us response to any situation.

What have I become? My sweetest friend; everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all: my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.

What hurts aren't usually words, it's the silent 'I don't care anymore' that brings down our worlds.

What happens to us are tiny matters compare to us response to any situation.

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

What is a great success? You haven’t hurt anyone? That is a great success! You haven’t ignored any person? That is a great success! You haven’t lied? That is a great success! You haven’t deceived a person? That’s a great success! And now you see how very difficult to have a real success!

What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other long enough to see that a body is a thing of beauty, is a miracle of rivers and oceans and islands and continents contained within itself? That the brain is divided into two hemispheres, each symmetrical, each perfect, each with its own system of waterways. These people of war should be shown an x-ray of an intraparenchymal hemorrhage, of a hemorrhage in an eighteen-year-old girl's brain, a girl named Ivy. Take a look at that, people of war. See, you should not hurt each other, and this is why. Without you ever even trying, this is what can happen to your body, your beautiful body, and your brain, your beautiful symmetrical brain, and your heart, and your soul.

What is considered moksha of the Vitraags [the enlightened ones]? It is where despite having a physical body, pain does not touch him, hence even worldly happiness does not affect him. The natural happiness keeps arising from within.

What is nature like? It does not allow any living being to do what it wants even to the slightest extent. But the one through whom no-one is hurt even to the slightest extent, be it through mind, speech or conduct, nature gives such a person all the authority to do what they want.

What other people believe shouldn't (be allowed to) hurt me.

What people don't understand about depression is how much it hurts. It's like your brain is convinced that it's dying and produces an acid that eats away at you from the inside, until all that's less is a scary hollowness. Your mind fills with dark thoughts; you become convinced that your friends secretly hate you, you're worthless, and then there's no hope. I never got so low as to consider ending it all, but I understand how that can happen to some people. Depression simply hurts too much.

What's more, I was free to do anything that did not hurt others that strengthened me and helped me in the one thing that we are all put on this earth to do: help one another - because it is the only thing that, in the long run, gives us pleasure, as receiving love and friendship and affection is the only thing that gives us joy and ameliorates the dread of our inevitable extinction.

What stops artadhyan (mournful contemplation hurting the self) and raudradhyan (wrathful contemplation hurting the self and others) is dharma (Religion of the Self). What keeps them alive is adharma (Non-Religion of the Self).