Novel & Cerita Hurt Feeling Pushed Away Quotes

"You might feel like this right now but-" She violently pushes me away, cutting off whatever it is I was going to say. "Stop with cliché motivational speech, you don't know anything about my life!" There's so much pain in her voice that I feel my heart wincing at every word that comes out of her mouth.

she knew it would be hard for her to stay away from him but she had to try, she couldn’t keep hearing his rejection. “You should take a break because your feelings matter too, he can’t keep saying mean things to you and expect you not to react. It is giving that his words would get to you but I hope you don’t take them to heart, he cares about you, he gave us all a break and was going to go over to your place before the accident happened, he is only trying to push you away because he feels like he isn’t himself anymore, I know Luca enough to know how he would be feeling,”

“The only person to be blamed is whoever emptied that syringe. You thinking otherwise is unfair to yourself.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I wish it was that easy.” I really wish it was. “Lean on others, Maya. I’m not going to say much because I’ve been where you are now and I wished everyone with their unsolicited advice would return to the holes they crawled out of and leave me alone. Looking back, those were probably what kept me going “Trust me, it’s only going to get harder if you push people away. You have love, lean on that to heal you.”

My Mom tries to come near me but I stopped her using my both hands. "Don't." I said almost in a whisper but she still heard it. I immediately ran down stairs and went out. Even if I don't have any idea where should I go, I still manage to stay away from our home. I don't want to see them now. I want to be alone. When will this pain go? That was the big question inside my head, I'm tired. Really tired. Sometimes I want to be a machines that can be shut off. My eyes looks as if someone punched me so bad, red and swollen.

The walk home from the coffee shop was colder than the morning had promised. Isabelle pulled her jacket tighter, but the chill seemed to be coming from the inside. Carla’s words echoed in her mind, each one a sharp, stinging slap of reality. “Feelings can’t fix someone who won’t open up.” The phrase repeated itself like a mantra, a stern, unwavering voice of reason in the chaotic swirl of Isabelle’s emotions.

Don’t shut me out. Her grace made the guilt worse. The following day, I found her sitting alone in the library, staring at a page she clearly wasn’t reading. I sat across from her. “Hey.” She looked up, surprised. “Hey.” “I was wrong yesterday,” I said. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away.” She studied me for a moment. “I’m not asking you to have all the answers.” “I know,” I said. “I just don’t want to become someone who hurts you by accident.”

"Where were you when I was hit by that car? Where were you when I was abandoned in the dark and bitten by a snake? And where were you when I was drowning and fighting for my life?" The torrent of questions came one after another, suffocating him so much that he gasped. When he saw Alice's eyes reddening, he reached out instinctively to wipe away her tears, but she shoved him away with all her strength. "Don't touch me! You make me sick!" Alexander stumbled backward, hit a rock, and fell. His palm landed on broken glass, and blood began to stream out. However, that pain was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.

"He drained our savings and vanished when I was fourteen. Left my mother to die in a hospital bed with nothing but debt and a daughter who couldn't save her." Jace went still. The silence in the room was so thick I could feel it pressing against my skin. "So I know exactly what it's like to be collateral damage," I continued. "I know what it's like to be afraid of becoming the person who hurt you. But I also know that pushing everyone away doesn't protect them—it just leaves you alone." "Maybe I deserve to be alone." "That's not your choice to make." "What's that supposed to mean?"

I looked at her. I felt what those words did on the way in, the particular sting of being told that the things you're doing for real reasons are being read as obligation. I took a slow breath and took one step back as I watched her and thought about how to say the next part without it coming out the way everything else had been coming out lately, defensive, too fast and missing the point by just enough to make things worse. "You don't have to push me away," I said, and kept my voice low and steady, "that's all I'm going to say about it, you don't have to keep pushing me away."

“You think I don’t understand what you're going through?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t think you do.” “You’re pushing everyone away.” “Good.” “That’s not healthy.” “I don’t care.” “You should.” “I said I don’t.” He went silent again, and for a second, I almost felt bad. Then he spoke again. “I miss my friend.” The words hit the right spot, but I forced myself to stay cold. I had to stay cold. “That’s unfortunate,” I said. A disbelieving laugh came from him.