#hurt

Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#break-ups #hurt #lovers #rejection #sadness

He put his forehead against hers. “Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly. “And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping.” Her last words falling to a strained whisper. ↗

— B.C. Morin

#faeries #honor #hurt #love #pain

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-hurts #poetry #snowman #unyeilding-words #words

...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you... ↗

— John Geddes

#scar #trace #love

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#love-hurts #love

I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t be bothered to say anything. Some days are just like that. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#love #relationship #upset #love

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. From an Irish headstone ↗

— Richard Puz

#death-and-love #death-of-a-loved-one #eternal-love #healing #healing-the-past

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he wasn’t so sure if that were true. He had brought him his lifeless fiancé. Like a dog dragging in a dead rabbit looking for praise. ↗

— Holly Hood

#life #love #love-hurts #rivalry #death

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#fear #hurting #ink-exchange #pain #change

I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#forgiveness