Best It Hurts Quotes

Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak with the weak, vulnerable with the vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.

People that go through what I went through and people going through divorce, it’s really a difficulty process; it’s heartbreaking and it hurts really bad. It can really mess with your head.

People have learned how to strum a guitar, but they don’t have the soul. They don’t feel it from the heart. It hurts me. I’m killin’ myself to tell them how it is.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.

Truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat missing, but it hurts.

That’s one of those things that will really hurt me personally, if I label a character or think about what it might do if it were to do well. I just try to do a good job with it.

I had the drink after I fell out of bed. It hurt.

How can you raise the level of consciousness on this? How can you get the federal government to take the responsibility? Florida does not have a foreign policy. This is a federal policy or absence of federal policy. It’s so clear that we’re not being treated fairly. We have to come up with a solution. It hurts your head trying to figure out what to do.

Only do it if you absolutely have to, because you are gonna eat rejection every single day. And it’s not easy eating that rejection every single day because it hurts. You have to learn not to take it personally. And that is a very hard lesson to learn.

I think that if we just listen to ourselves we know what it is we have to do . . . . And I have come o think that however much it hurts, however hard it is, we have to listen. We have to live our lives.

Let’s face it, gossip is one of the world’s most destructive habits, and we’re exposed to it practically everywhere we go and in much that we see – work, recreation, sports, home, in magazines, on television. There is absolutely nothing beneficial about gossip – it hurts everyone involved

Some experts have declared that it is necessary to tax the people until it hurts. I disagree with these sadists.

It hurts the spirit, somehow, to read the word environments, when the plural means that there are so many alternatives there to be sorted through, as in a market, and voted on.

My last name is Szekely. Sounds like Saykay. When I was a little kid I had an instructor in camp who called me Shnizneckely. He would make fun of my name and it hurt my feelings because I was a little pussy and I cried. He said, ‘Well, how do you say it?’ I said, Seekay. So he wrote ‘C.K’ on my jersey and everything. He made my name ‘C.K’ and I just stuck with it.

Piracy is important to talk about. It’s harming the music industry. It hurts all of us. The public needs to understand every time they buy a pirated CD, they hurt the industry. The only ones who can change that are the fans and the people that buy CDs. It’s everybody’s responsibility to prevent it.

When the guy says go, you start to suffer – or you might as well not be out there. It’s a small piece of your life, make it hurt.

I actually enjoy that I never really needed to be hanging out with every celebrity in Hollywood; I just go home and hang out with my cousins, my best friends. I’m not treated like royalty; they love me to death, but they don’t treat me like royalty. So it’s easy for me; they’ll tell me the truth, whether it hurts or not. And I need that; I’ve always been given that.

I would have to say that looked like it hurt.

If you’re trying to drop ten pages from a screenplay, it hurts like hell, but if you just put it away for a month and then take it out, you can do it just like that!

My heart beats so hard it hurts, and I can’t scream and I can’t breathe, but I also feel everything, every vein and every fiber, every bone and every nerve, all awake and buzzing in my body as if charged with electricity. I am pure adrenaline.

When I read about myself and how writers have focused on negative stuff, it hurts my feelings.

What I’ve learned about being angry with people is that it generally hurts you more than it hurts them.

I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts today.

Someone asked me…how it felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow townsman of ours used to tell–Abraham Lincoln. They asked him how he felt once after an unsuccessful election. He said he felt like a little boy who had stubbed his toe in the dark. He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh.

The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.

Have you ever had your ass whooped on by a black man before? It hurts!

Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

I can’t do this Ash. It’s killing me. Having you this close and not touching you is driving me insane. You’re his Ash. You’re his. You made your choice and I understand why you chose him. I don’t hold it against you but dammit Ash it hurts

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

When you love someone, you can’t lie to them. It hurts to much. It’s a deception that goes too deep.

When it hurts to look back, and you’re afraid to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.

I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse:
Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts.

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.