“I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.” IfsWritingHeartLittlesRealHurtDarkLossRoomsSonBrokenMy HeartHappeningsDiedMy SonI Was Hurt Author:Neil Gaiman
“If your dad died before you were born, yeah, it hurts — but it’s not like you had a connection with something that was real. Not to say it’s any better — but to have that connection and then have it ripped away was, like, the worst. My dad was such a good dad that when he left, he left a huge scar. He was my superhero.” IfsRealLeftBornHurtWorstHugeLike YouDadConnectionsDiedYeahMy DadScarIt HurtsSuperheroRippedYour DadDad DiedGood Dad Author:Jay-Z
“Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone? Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own? Who will cry for the little boy? He cried himself to sleep. Who will cry for the little boy? He never had for keeps. Who will cry for the little boy? He walked the burning sand. Who will cry for the little boy? The boy inside the man. Who will cry for the little boy? Who knows well hurt and pain. Who will cry for the little boy? He died and died again. Who will cry for the little boy? A good boy he tried to be. Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me?” KnowsMenWellsLittlesPainLostHurtSleepBoysCryHe ManDiedBurningSandAbandonedCriedLittle BoysAll AloneGood BoyHurt And Pain Author:Antwone Fisher
“If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.” PeopleIfsHas BeensWarJoyHurtDiedBeen Hurt Book:The diary and letters of Kaethe Kollwitz Source: The diary and letters of Kaethe Kollwitz
“You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.” PeopleFeelsYearsFeltHurtSawsEasierDiedIt HurtsOld PeopleWhipsLashes Author:Louise Erdrich
“You loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. The only way to avoid that poin was not to love anyone, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. The secret of not being hurt like this again, I decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving.It is the last dream of children, to be forever untouched.” PeopleWayChildrenImportantDreamLastsHurtSecretForeverToo MuchChangedDependsDecidedDiedIt HurtsBeing ThereBeing Hurt Author:Audre Lorde
“And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.” PeopleWorldBelieveStillsWantedHurtFoodDiedIllnessCuresChickensBad ThingsFuneralTomsSoupChicken Soup Book:East of Eden Source: East of Eden
“I've died 3 times, I've been shot in the back, stabbed once in my arm, stabbed 2 times in my back, run over by a truck, been poisoned, broke both of my arms, nose (3 times broken), ribs, both legs, but a broken heart hurt me the most.” HeartRunningHurtBrokenArmsShotsDiedLegsBrokeNosesTruckHurt MeRibsHeart Hurts Author:Steve Kaufman
“I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.” KnowsLittlesMotherBitsHurtGriefHellLittle BitDiedWaveSurvivedIt HurtsPassed AwayRespiteDeep GriefMother Passed Away Author:Emily Saliers
“I had my neck hurt for like five years, I could barely move my neck from doing this stunt, I almost died twice doing stunts, it's really dangerous.” YearsMovingHurtFiveDangerousDiedFive YearsNecks Author:John Leguizamo