3,772 Quotes About Hurt

I tell my teachers, but they never do anything! They would tell us to apologize. I do not understand. why do I have to apologize? After the other person apologizes, they hit me or call me names more quietly.

I tell my teachers, but they never do anything! They would tell us to apologize. I do not understand, why do I have to apologize? After the other person apologizes, they hit me or call me names more quietly. Teachers just don’t understand how I feel inside. They think since they asked us to apologize, their job is done. It isn’t done, because I still hurt from the name-calling, hitting, humiliation, sleepless nights, and from feeling alone and depressed at school.

No one ever tells you how much a heartbreak physically hurts. How it literally feels like you've been kicked down the stairs. How you can't swallow. How every muscle aches. How your heart lurches inside you like it's been poisoned. Nobody tells you that.

I'd rather watch myself being hurt & eventually Grow, than to stop believing in people & close my heart for bitterness to Sow!

It’s funny how many ways there are to hurt people. As many ways to hurt as there are species of flower. Whole bouquets of hurt.

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

The things that I love about you aren't going to go away when you go on your book tour, and they're not going to go away when you go on your mission. I'll still be here, and I'll still be thinking about all those things. I'll still be working on being a better person, a better friend, a better son. I'll still be wondering what it would be like to be a better boyfriend for you. And you will be on your mission, thinking about how much you wish your weren't gay.

Blessed are those with cracks in their broken heart because that is how the light gets in.

Our parents were our first gods. If parents are loving, nurturing, and kind, this becomes the child’s definition of the creator. If parents were controlling, angry, and manipulative, then this becomes their definition.