“A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?"
"Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.”

“Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”

“She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so… I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.”

“I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.”

“But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked.

Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.”

“She grabbed his arm. "Let it be, son!" she cried. "That child ain't hurt!"
"Not hurt! You look into her eyes and tell me she ain't hurt!”

“… there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.”

“There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.”

“If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.”

“Tell her I am seriously hurt; how seriously I cannot yet say.”