Hurts
[hə:ts] or [hɝts]
Examples
- Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts--not to hurt others. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It hurts much and there is much hemorrhage inside. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- It is not because it hurts me, little Rawdon gasped out--only--only--sobs and tears wound up the sentence in a storm. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- It is a petty feeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- You bet it hurts. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- It is not that I have seen my good Amy attentive, and--ha--condescending to my old pensioner--it is not _that_ that hurts me. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Dying is only bad when it takes a long time and hurts so much that it humiliates you. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- It hurts me very much to hear you speak so hopelessly, said Dorothea. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Fortunately no other hurts were suffered, and in a few minutes we had the train on the track and running again. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- I know how that phrase Special Interests hurts. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- How it hurts one's shoulder, though. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- It hurts my skin and my soul. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- It hurts my eyes. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- I _will_ read you the passage which particularly hurts me. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- And that which hurts not does no evil? Plato. The Republic.
- And that which is not hurtful hurts not? Plato. The Republic.
- She hurts me through the feelings and people dearest to me. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- To her, what hurts becomes immediately embodied: she looks on it as a thing that can be attacked, worried down, torn in shreds. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- That hurts my pride, Watson, he said at last. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- The war hurts his trade. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Perhaps it hurts my pride to be under any obligations to his interference. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- It hurts me too much that a woman like Dorothea should have done what is wrong. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Only it hurts a woman's pride--there are some things one doesn't get used to . Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Love hurts us so, Shirley. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- That hurts, I said. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- A little quickness of voice there is which rather hurts the ear. Jane Austen. Emma.
- An', if sorrow comes to them they love, it hurts 'em as sore as e'er it did Solomon. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
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