Read through the most famous quotes by topic #hurt
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 comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can't keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking that cruel reality in the eye hurts...memories can't be enough. ↗
He looked at me intently before speaking. “Why do you do that?” I frowned at him. “Do what?” “Push everyone away.” Danny told me simply. I was a little stunned and when I didn’t say anything, Danny continued on. “Darcie, what are you so afraid of? Why do you shut people out?” He looked at me searchingly. “Because it’s easier that way!” I yelled at him suddenly and he looked taken aback. I took a deep breath to calm down and added, “And I don’t like feeling vulnerable.” Danny stared at me. “Being vulnerable is nothing to be ashamed of Darcie …it’s what makes us human.” I shook my head furiously. “No! Being vulnerable makes you weak – just like every other emotion … if you allow yourself to care, you only end up getting hurt.” Danny threw me a consoling look. “But there’s nothing wrong with caring –” “No!” I interrupted angrily. “I don’t want to care! You only end up getting hurt … and it hurts so bad that you can’t breathe. I don’t want to feel like that. I don’t want to feel at all! It’s just easier to shut everyone out … if you don’t care about them – you won’t get hurt! ↗
An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it's heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood. One day someone came, took it out from dark, she kissed it, loved it, played with it, put it with her heart, and makes it her life part. Daily she played, daily she fought, But, never she threw it out. one day, an unknown came, who kissed her, loved her, and used to play with her. He took my out my heart from her, and threw it on the street, then there is nothing more than weep. An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it's heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. Sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood. ↗
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Estou decidida a adorar-te durante toda a vida e a não ter olhos para mais ninguém. E asseguro-te que também tu farás bem em não amar mais ninguém. Poderias, acaso, contentar-te com uma paixão menos ardente do que a minha? Encontrarás, talvez, maior beleza (e, no entanto, disseste-e outrora que não me faltava beleza), mas não encontrarás jamais amor tamanho - e o resto não conta. [...] Conjuro-te a que me digas por que é que te empenhaste em me encantar como fizeste, se já sabias que me havias de abandonar? Por que é que puseste tanto empenho em me tornar infeliz? Por que não me deixaste em paz no meu convento? Tinha-te feito algum mal? [...] Atribuo toda esta desgraça à cegueira com que me abandonei a dedicar-me a ti. Pois não devia eu prever que os meus prazeres acabariam antes que acabasse o meu amor? Podia eu esperar que ficasses para sempre em Portugal e que renunciasses à tua fortuna e à tua pátria para só pensares em mim? [...] Bem claramente vejo qual seria o remédio para todos os meus males e em breve me libertaria deles se deixasse de te amar. Mas ai de mim!, que terrível remédio! Não! Antes quero sofrer ainda mais do que esquecer-te... Infeliz que sou! Dependerá isso de mim? Não posso acusar-me de ter desejado, nem que fosse só por um momento, deixar de te amar! [...] Não é para te obrigar a escreveres-me que digo todas estas coisas. Oh!, não te violentes! De ti não quero nada senão o que espontaneamente vier e recuso todos os testemunhos de amor que constrangido me desses. Comprazer-me-ia em desculpar-te, só porque talvez tu te sintas bem em não ter o incômodo de me escrever, e sinto uma profunda disposição para te perdoar todas as faltas que cometeres. ↗
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Rigor Mortis.” I say, almost as an apology. But he won’t have any of it. He locks onto my gaze. He doesn’t lean forward, but he doesn’t need to, suddenly the room feels like it’s filled with him. His presence floats in the air like a noxious gas, and I’m breathing it in. “Ike, you don’t get it. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Do you think I have the right to talk to anyone? Do you think its fun to have a ‘human’ brain in a pet’s body? Sure, I have Kamu. And that’s fugging great, but guess what? Kamu is queen to be, and emotionally unstable.” I've never heard Rig talk this powerfully before, but he doesn’t seem scary, just sad. “And then I get someone else I can actually talk to, Ike, I get you. And you don’t treat me like I’m a pet and you talk about Kamu like she needs to be protected and you are there. You are there, and you keep being there, and the only one who’s ever there is Kamu, but now there is Ike. And Ike is perfect, albeit a bit dense, but perfect.” “Rig, I’m really sorry bu-“ I start, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. With each sentence Rig loses some of his force, he sounds more pathetic and lost. “I’m not done.” He pronounces the words in such a voice that it makes me shut up more than the context of the sentence does. “And all I want is to be with this boy who is there, this boy who is my friend, this boy who isn’t always caught up in politics. All I want is to have my one good break.” He finishes. I keep holding his eye contact, and his eyes, they already reflect hurt and rejectment. I don’t know if from me…or from life. ↗
