It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.

I’m in love with you,” I whispered, searching her eyes. i looked very pale and very scared, and a little…hopeful.

For just this moment, he wanted her to see him for who he was, without the pity he knew she'd feel when she found out the truth.

You can’t selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off all lights in a room, and still expect to see the light.

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 wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.

I’ll bet I could find some hurtful words in a pile of sticks and stones. Something like an insincere and deceptive "I love you.

Majority of people prefer a good name to a bad name, but to me, anyone can call me anything, as long as it is not written on my face.

Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.

God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.

I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

If someone needs you don't let them down. Because when you need someone and there is no one to be found you will know how they felt.

You can never be annoyed by anyone when you are just alone, insults comes from being too familiar even with the most respectful persons.