Everything hurts.

One interesting thing is that a stage is reached when nothing hurts any more. Things cannot become any worse, finally, for the one who is really depressed.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired.

It’s not what your are, it’s what you don’t become that hurts.

We lay our hearts on the line every week. It doesn't hurt anybody more than it hurts us.

Litter, and it will hurt. It hurts the community, and the fines will hurt when you get caught. Half of the litter is accidental, from things blown off trucks and such, but the other half doesn't reflect positively on the community.