The idea of a memoir is to tell the truth. I know that often the truth hurts, but a lie hurts even more.
Let's just say it and be done with it. Racing hurts. But here's another truth: having put in the effort to prepare for a race and then not giving it your all hurts even more. The first kind of hurt goes away in hours or a day. The second kind of hurt can last a lifetime.
Always communicate no matter how hard it is to tell someone something's wrong. It's worse not to talk about it. I learn this every few years. The truth hurts for 3 days. Lack of truth hurts your whole life.
I don't mean to be insolent. I'm truthful. I tell the truth and the truth sometimes hurts. For instance, you have bad breath, Lieutenant. I can smell it from here. It must offend a lot of people. That's the truth. But how many people have told you that? Instead, they either lie or try to avoid your company.
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.
I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that. I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says. That hurts even more to say.
My dad don't like lies. He says it hurts people in the long race. He prefers the truth. That hurts them instantly.
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.
The truth hurts. It hurts to some people.
What I've learned about being angry with people is that it generally hurts you more than it hurts them.
False news hurts everyone. It hurts our community; it hurts us as individuals.
Truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat missing, but it hurts.
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.
What we really need to avoid is this epidemic of false positivism and false happiness, which says if it hurts, it must be bad. Sometimes it hurts because you have a conscience.
Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and lie on the bed the way I used to. Please take me home.