Hurt people throw shadows; it’s the light they cannot bear.
Wounded hearts wield sharp words; remember, they’re in pain too.
When hurt people dance in the rain, their tears mix with the drops.
A bruised soul often lashes out; let compassion be your shield.
Pain is a mirror; those it reflects often hurt the ones they love.
Scars tell stories, but sometimes they whisper hurtful tales.
Hurt can be a chain; break it with the key of understanding.
A heart in pain throws stones; throw back kindness instead.
Suffering breeds bitterness; let love be the antidote.
Wounded beings can paint beautiful pictures of healing.
Hurt people build walls; use empathy to find the door.
In their chaos, they seek comfort; be the calm they crave.
Broken hearts often speak in silence; listen closely.
A jagged stone thrown from hurt lands harder than you think.
When pain speaks, it often muffles the melody of kindness.
Bandage their wounds with compassion, not anger.
The echo of hurt can drown out the sound of love; be louder.
Shadows of pain can obscure the light of joy; be a beacon.
Wounded souls need mending; be a gentle touch in their storm.
When hurt people hurt people, love becomes the greatest rebellion.
A heart steeped in pain cannot give what it lacks; nurture it.
Understand their hurt; it’s often the source of their howl.
The cycle of pain can be broken, one act of kindness at a time.
Empathy transforms wounds into wisdom; wear it proudly.
Pain may build barriers, but understanding creates bridges.
Those in distress often crave connection; be their lifeline.
Hurt people can infect the world with pain; let’s spread healing instead.
Their hurt may blind them; shine your light into their darkness.
Cast away stones of judgment; instead, offer hands of hope.
From suffering springs strength; nurture it with kindness.
Those who hurt return to the wounds of their past; help them heal.
Hurt may be a language they speak; respond with love’s dialect.
A hurting heart often seeks a target; be the refuge, not the storm.
In the garden of life, even the thorns can bloom; help them flourish.
Wounds are often raw; offer the soothing balm of compassion.
Hurt people often fight back; become their safe space to fall.
The battlefield of emotions can heal with a single act of care.
Beneath their callousness lies a tender truth; discover it.
A sincere smile can dissolve the armor of a hurt soul.
Every wound carries a lesson; help them learn with love.
Cut through their armor with understanding; it’s sharper than a sword.
Often, hurting hearts mirror each other; reflect kindness back.
They may push you away; be patient as a tree in the storm.
The sighs of the wounded resonate; join the chorus of healing.
Hurt begets hurt, but love can rewrite the narrative.
When pain runs deep, empathy becomes the life vest.
Hurting souls can bloom in the warmth of compassion.
Each act of kindness can shatter the cycle of pain.
A heart broken can mend with stitches of understanding.
Remember, even the thorniest roses have a story to tell.
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