A Quote by Steven Morrissey

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true. — © Steven Morrissey
It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true.
Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
You may in time of trouble think that you are not worth saving because you have made mistakes, big or little, and you think you are now lost. That is never true! Only repentance can heal what hurts. But repentancecan heal what hurts, no matter what it is.
Life hurts at times. It hurts to have a body at times, hurts to be born, hurts to live, hurts to die, but it can be ecstasy beyond comprehension. You can know that ecstasy. It is inside of you.
False news hurts everyone. It hurts our community; it hurts us as individuals.
My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.
And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.
Homophobia hurts our league. Racism hurts it. Sexism hurts it.
It hurts because I can't go out there and play football, but it hurts more because I have to be a father and explain what happened to my daughter.
The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.
Hoarding one's hurts hurts only the hoarder.
The haters can just keep hating but I'm certainly not stopping because of them. But I can't say it doesn't hurt. It hurts a great deal. It hurts very much.
When a thought hurts, that’s the signal that it isn’t true.
This is the meaning of true love, to give until it hurts.
Being sleep-derived not only hurts you at work, it hurts your health. You need to value yourself enough to have good sleep hygiene.
Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.
I didn't want anyone getting close to me. I pushed people away. Built a wall around my heart to keep them out. I let one person take down the bricks, and I suppose it was a good idea, but, sometimes, he hurts me too. And it hurts so much worse then any other hurt I've felt because he is one of the very few that matter anymore.
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