#hurting

People have a right to ask questions and dig deep when you're hurting people and things around you. ↗

— Layne Staley

#ask #deep #dig #hurting #people

When you're scared, when you're hanging on, when life is hurting you, then you're going to see what you're really made of. ↗

— Sylvester Stallone

#hanging #hurting #life #made #really

Love those who hurt you the most, because they are probably the ones closest to you. They, too, are on a path, and just like you they are learning to walk before they can fly. Imagine of everybody you hurt in life turned their backs on you? You would be playing a hell of a lot of solitaire. Love them no matter what. ↗

— Nikki Sixx

#hurting-the-one-you-love-lessons #life #love #nikki #nikki-sixx

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. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #love

Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

If we could all love each and every person that crosses our path a little bit more, we could attain inner peace with the knowledge that many people on this planet would be hurting a whole lot less. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#happiness #hurting #inner-peace #inspirational-quotes #joy

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. ↗

— Jocelyn Soriano

#broken-heart #broken-hearted #broken-hearted-quotes #heartache #heartbreak

Coming down under a parachute is quite different as well. You hit the ground pretty hard, but all the systems work very well to keep it from hurting, so it doesn't even hurt when you hit. It was a great experience to be able to do both. ↗

— Leroy Chiao

#both #coming #different #down #even

Do you remember when I told you that I sometimes believe that you’re not real? That I imagined you just to hurt myself?” Reed says softly with a bitterly self-effacing laugh that has nothing to do with humor. “I know now that you have to be real. This kind of pain cannot exist if you were imaginary,” Reed’s sexy voice breathes. I feel like I could reach out and touch him, he feels that close to me. “I know you exist, but you’re like a sunset to me now—beautiful and so distant that no matter how fast I fly, I cannot reach you. You are always on the next horizon,” Reed says sadly, and my breath catches in my throat as an unbelievable ache throbs in my chest. “Tel me where you are. I wil meet you— wherever you are in the world. I wil be there. Just you and me, I swear it. We don’t have to endanger anyone else— we’l make sure Buns and Brownie and Zephyr are safe. Just you and me, I promise…I wil meet you anywhere at anytime…I wil … ↗

— Amy A. Bartal

#beauty

It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze.” “But I need—” “You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on.” “You make it sound so easy.” Bitterness drips from each syllable. “It’s not. It’s the fucking hardest thing a person can do.” I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. “It’s the hardest fucking thing. It’s why we drink and do drugs and fight. It’s why I play music and build engines. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#colton #cope #coping #cutting #drinking