Why, if ’tis dancing you would be, There’s brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to man. Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world’s not.

I’ve never done work for money ever. If your choices are based on grosses and the film doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do, then you’re hurting yourself.

You can love, perhaps for a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour I do believe you love as well and deeply… as any man. But after that hour, you love not! You love another, and then another. Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful.

I tell you, the old-fashioned doctor who treated all diseases has completely disappeared, now there are only specialists, and they advertise all the time in the newspapers. If your nose hurts, they send you to Paris: there’s a European specialist there, he treats noses. You go to Paris, he examines your nose: I can treat only your right nostril, he says, I don’t treat left nostrils, it’s not my specialty, but after me, go to Vienna, there’s a separate specialist there who will finish treating your left nostril.

We need to regularly stop and take stock; to sit down and determine within ourselves which things are worth valuing and which things are not; which risks are worth the cost and which are not. Even the most confusing or hurtful aspects of life can be made more tolerable by clear seeing and by choice.

Write hard and clear about what hurts.

Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it.

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

Sometimes the truth hurts. It hurts because they have a weakness – and I exploit weakness.

It’s a hurtful place, the world, in and of itself. We don’t need to add to it. And we’re in a place now where we all need one another, and it’s going to get rougher.

You don’t hurt ’em if you don’t hit ’em.

So, you who wish to have an exemplary character before God and before men, remember that, if ill company does not burn you to your hurt, it is sure to blacken you by damaging your reputation.

I am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt

I could really make a song of hurt because I’ve been hurt by a lot of men. And I never talk about that because I refuse to let people know that I get sad because when a man don’t answer my calls.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart

If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more

Nothing can be more hurtful to the service, than the neglect of discipline; for that discipline, more than numbers, gives one army the superiority over another.

I am as scared as anyone of getting hurt, especially driving a Formula One car.

I know what you did, don’t wanna hurt no more. Even though you took me through some hell.

Vicious actions are not hurtful because they are forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

I didn’t really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry… but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it’s the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

Once you squeeze toothpaste out, you can’t put it back into the tube. The same is true with our words. Once we say something hurtful, we can’t take it back.

I’m a guy who tries to be successful in all that I do, and when you fall short, it hurts.

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt

Just because someone’s hurt doesn’t mean you’re excused to be cruel.

Evil companions bring more hurt than profit

Everyone has this perception that the bloggers, they say horrible things about you and they hide behind their computers where you can’t see them.

We are not actually equal – humanity – if we are not allowed to freely love one another.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me