You hurt me but I still love you.
I self-destruct every relationship so that I don't get hurt, but in reality I just hurt myself worse in the long run.
When you are in love and you get hurt, its like a cut, it will heal, but there will always be a scar.
I cut myself in the finger, and it pains me: this finger is a part of me. I see a friend hurt, and it hurts me, too: my friend and I are one.
Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard you are to handle, but still wants you in their life.
When love is real, it doesn't lie, cheat, pretend, hurt you or make you feel unwanted. It's supposed to be a cure to all your worries.
You've got to believe you are worth more than being repeatedly hurt by someone who doesn't really care about you.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it hurts.
It's not the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks and the memories that follow.
If you love her, never fill her ears with lies, her mouth with words, her eyes with tears, her mind with confusion and her heart with pain.
Another person will not hurt you without your cooperation; you are hurt the moment you believe yourself to be.
There is someone that I love even though I don't approve of what he does. There is someone I accept though some of his thoughts and actions revolt me. There is someone I forgive though he hurts the people I love the most. That person is......me.
A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick.