Wound Quotes
I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.
The truth can be very sharp. But it makes a cleaner wound than lies. It will not fester
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.
Love is a wound, " the assassin said. " Neither life nor death.
Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.
Wounds are inspirations to make us stronger than the sun which blazes the day to be longer
Our Soul Allies light the fire in those initial visits, but it’s up to us to keep it burning.
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.
Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.
Yes, fascism is a horrible storm, but the storm prepares his own death by receiving fatal wounds while hitting the things he is destroying!
...the greatest wounds, we hide inside ourselves where they never show.
I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.
A simple touch of kindness can heal a wound of the soul which no medicine can touch.
If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!
Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.
Kiss your scars. Fall in love with them. They ought to serve as life-affirming reminders—a lingering trace of hope. The only reason we have these scars is because we survived and are still here.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong.It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long.Her heart misfit, a little chipped.And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched.
Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.
Music can touch and heal that secret wound of the soul which nothing else can reach.
Some pain has no relief, it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.
