hurt - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I hurt you and I'm so sorry. I pull with one hand - push away with the other. I know I'm doing it but I don't stop. I love you and I'm scared to. When I love it's too strong, like God turned my emotion dials up way too far and no-one really likes it. They see the way I am and don't understand, or perhaps are sceptical, as if it must be fake or a manipulation of sorts. I can't turn my emotions down, can't temper them the way others don't appear to have to - but I can give mixed messages to disguise my love. If you really want to know me, I can do it without hurting you. I just need a little time to adjust to someone who doesn't need the emotional dampeners on.
I've poured warmth into you for so long and you love it, I know you do. Then you turn on the cold to shut me down. It hurts. Every time is a new wound, a new scar to add to the collection. You know it never stops me loving you, but I need you to try real hard, try not to go cold in that way. The hurt covers me like a cloak I never wanted, bonding to my skin when all I ever wanted was the sunshine. That's why I act like I do for several days afterwards, it takes time to shed something like that.
I would rather you took a knife to my skin that speak those words so cold. You speak to me as if I were a stranger when for the past few nights we've been as close as it is possible for two people to be. You strike out as if I have crossed some invisible line in the sand. You look into my eyes and say whatever will hurt the most, and knowing me as you do that isn't hard to come by. Am I less human because my mother never loved me but yours doted on you? Am I less because my beginnings were so much worse than yours? Perhaps you will take the one thing I am most proud of and shatter it with glee. In those moments I don't know who you are and I wonder if you know yourself. Don't you know what you're doing? Can't you stop?
The hurt is a spider web, intricate, yet strong. I know in time it will pass and the sun will regain its warmth, but the joy from my heart is gone. I cannot cry, cannot grieve for you, for you stole yourself away. You took the love you offered and locked it back inside that cage you call a body. I was never going to do what Lena did to you... ever. But now you'll never know, never find out what we could have been, and neither will I.
The distorted view slowly came to focus. It was the kind of night that was bleak, dark, mysterious and you couldn't see much. The kind of night you would rather stay at home than be in. Blankets of darkness already covered the frosty forest. The view would have been beautiful, if there was no thick fog spoiling it or, to put it straight, the grunts or snarls of fighting in the distance. Plus, she didn't even have a view. Not a proper one anyway. All she could see was the quick blur of jet black mingled with deep red, traces of fern green with an occasional blinding blue, flashing trough, like it was never there. blood rinsed her mouth She was cold all over, even her eyeballs and she hardly had time to breathe, as frosty swirls of air swept silently towards her..
He paused and sighed. “No… I’m not.” His cast his gaze onto the ground and his eyes darkened. He glanced back up at Esther. “Why?” His voice sounded more pained than anything.
"Love hurts" is the biggest lie out there. Love heals, love makes people whole again and love fills them with the goodness they need to be as kind and loving as their Creator intended. What hurts is betrayal, thoughtlessness, uncaring attitudes and careless gossip. What hurts is people being unfriendly, not welcoming a new person to neighbourhood or making "exclusive" cliques that are defined by who is "not welcome." What hurts is bullying, harassment, selfishness and greed.
Love on the other hand is the greatest gift mankind ever received, a gift that lives on within us all. Love is a gift that needs nurturing - it is the truth within us that knows life cannot be given a price tag. Love knows to be kind and never to hurt or kill. Love knows to treat your neighbour as yourself. Love is what we crave from birth, a craving that must be met by our new and loving earth-bound family. Love knows that a life is worth more than a pair or new shoes or designer makeup. Love is what can save us, make us fully human again and raise us up in the eyes of the Lord.
"I gave you my life and I never take back a gift, for in this life honesty and integrity mean so much. The word I gave you was my bond not because I feel chained but because I honour you and love you more than everything that I am. So when you act like it was nothing that I gave I am hurt in a way that cuts to the core of who I am."
What you did doesn't hurt, I can forgive almost anything. What hurts is the lie. You failed to trust me, that's alright. At times, I have failed to trust you when I should have. Isn't that the sign of romantic love - the struggle against jealousy, possession and control? The lie tells me two things, the first is you underestimate what I can forgive. The second is that you underestimate my ability to detect your untruthfulness. Two hurts for the price of one, not bad for a minor indiscretion.