Best 5825 quotes in «hurt quotes» category

So many mistakes. So many bad choices. So many tragedies and hurts brought to innocent people with the best of intentions or with no intentions at all. It was so hard to be human. It was so hard to be alive.

So long as I remain in Day's life, I will hurt him. Any other alternative is impossible. Now, he is free.

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they're not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it's not that. It's just, you know, seeing them pass, that's how they'll be all their life; they'll get hit, hurt, cut, bruised, and always wonder why, why does it happen? how can it happen to them?

Some of the things he’s said over the past few days are starting to make sense, and I begin to feel more and more like the people I despise. He told me outright that he would answer anything if I just asked, yet I chose to believe the rumours about him instead. No wonder he was so irritated with me. I was treating him just like everyone else treats me.

some of the people with the best smiles are actually broken inside

Some people are as angry as they seem to be only because it's the safest place to hide from more pain.

So love is about finding the right person to hurt you?” “Pretty much.

Some pain shouldn’t be wished away so easily. It had to be dealt with, even embraced. Without the agony of the last few months, Piper never would have found her best friends, Hazel and Annabeth. She never would’ve discovered her own courage. She certainly wouldn’t have had the guts to sing show tunes to the snake people under Athens.

Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long

Some people are lucky to find love, others must settle with being liked...

Some people are just time bombs, waiting to explode. Inevitably taking with them anyone foolish enough to get close. You were my time bomb, waiting to detonate my heart & leave ruins in the wake of your aftermath. And I was naive enough to have ignored that eminent threat.

Some people are meant to frame your destiny but not reach the destined destination with you.

Some people are just time bombs, waiting to explode. Inevitably taking with them anyone foolish enough too get close. You were my time bomb, waiting to detonate my heart & leave ruins in the wake of your aftermath. And I was naive enough to have ignored that eminent threat.

Some people are not to be blamed but to be walked away from!

Some People Think That Only The Wounds That Appear On External Parts Of Body Cause Pain But they Don't Know That When Heart Gets Hurt That Won't Appear To The Outside World Only The Person Who Suffers The Pain Will Know about It !

Some people will label you as vindictive, unforgiving or even evil for not allowing them to hurt you, yet again.

Sometimes all you need is someone who is willing to listen to you without advising or judging you.

Some situations are just like bad dreams, they're only unbearable while we're giving them our full attention.

Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

Sometimes even stuff you expect to happen can still hurt

Sometimes daughter who is loved by her father very much and loving her father very much, she is getting hurt by her lover very much.

Sometimes, falling back on or using an old method or habit, is like sliding into a pair of worn running shoes and a corset. Doesn't make sense to others, but it's not for them. It's what keeps you together, what keeps you going.

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

Sometimes, hope is even harder to bear than grief.

Sometimes, Henry, remembering hurts too much.

Sometimes, it only seems that the hurt wins.

Sometimes, instead of being hurt, you should look at betrayal as a gift. It makes it that much easier to sweep it up and toss it out with the rest of the trash. And why is that you ask? Because trash starts to stink...and when it does, it has no more value in your life.

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its master. It moves to my tongue when it wants me to spew beautiful, damaging words, it moves to my hands when it wants me to feel all it can take away, and it moves to my eyes to blind me from truly seeing the destruction I’ve done.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

Sometimes people come to heal your pain and end up by giving you bit more of that

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night. But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

Sometimes things are so bad, the only way to keep happy is to avoid them altogether.

Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.

Sometimes the memories we cling hardest to are the ones that hurt us the most.

Sometimes we need someone to just listen. Not to try and fix anything or offer alternatives, but to just be there… to listen. An ear that listens can be medicine for a heart that hurts.

Sometimes the truth will hurt and a lie will set you free; just as a lie will hurt and the truth will set you free.

Sometimes, we want what we want. Even if we know it's going to kill us.

Sometimes we wore such hurtful, limiting labels in this life, whether they'd been assigned by others or by ourselves. I'd felt damaged and ruined once, but I didn't anymore. I was still a work in progress, but I wasn't a victim. I was a survivor. - Gabriel

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Sometimes we just want to be happy such that we don't care who gets hurt

Sometimes, you just have to wonder how many times someone you care about has to hurt you before you finally don’t care.

Sometimes you like to keep things bottled up, but that is not the best policy.

SORRY THAT YOU'VE BEEN HURT IN THE PAST BUT DON’T MAKE ME PAY FOR THAT SHIT..

Sometimes you have to fall hard enough for it to hurt to know when to pick yourself up. You can't start to put yourself back together if you don't even know that you're broken.

so the poem hurt you. it was supposed to.

So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide, because if you ask me about hurt and love I will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it. Don’t be scared. Go. Love.

Sometimes you have to forgive the process, knowing that the outcome is for the best.

Sometimes you hurt people for no reason. Just because you can.