He kept thinking about one word—forever—and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage. It hurt like the worst ass-kicking he’d ever gotten.

The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.

All hurt is brain hurt.

It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.