Quotes About Bruises

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy's body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.

I had a snowboarding accident. I fell off a horse. I've had a concussion, a fractured rib... I walk into walls. I'm always bruised up.

As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches" As the bruises fade, the lightning aches. Last week, making love, you bit me. Now the blue and dark have gone and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils, then paler to become until my body is all my own and what that ever got me.

The feeling he had nourished and given prominence to was one of thankfulness for his escape: he was like a traveller so grateful for rescue from a dangerous accident that at first he is hardly conscious of his bruises. Now he suddenly felt the latent ache and realized that after all he had not come off unhurt.

He played for over an hour, and I felt a peace steal over my soul, and yes, I felt the bruises in my heart. But to be bruised is to be human, to be coursing with blood. For bruises are caused by blood spilled under the skin. They are the tears that bleed inside.

And so the typical structure of experience is like a punch in the face. The ordinary self is the battered self—it is utterly battered by the universe "out there." The ordinary self is a series of bruises, of scars, the results of these two hands of experience smashing together. This bruising is called "duhkha," suffering.

I? Why hadn't I trusted myself? Because I'd trusted the woman across the street instead, that's why. That grown up. That Assistant Principal. So in a way, it had been my fault. But in another way, not. But no matter whose fault it was, I still had bruises on my arms. And now, memories I didn't want.

I never have bruises like that. I suppose it's being fat that makes them spread so. Won't you look lovely when you go yellow-green? That's one thing about me, said Fatty, I'm a wonderful bruiser. Once, when I ran into the goal-post at football, I got a bruise just here that was exactly the shape of a church-bell. It was most peculiar.

I sniff again and wipe my eyes on my arm. The bruises are vivid, but they will fade.

An oily, iridescent purplish black, the color of bruises and broken promises.

I've got more bruises and scars on my legs than should be there. And I'm a physical person. That's why I like action movies. I like to get real into it all and get real down and dirty.

He had beaten her savagely after Gaunt's first visit, and the bruises had not yet faded. Her cheek was purplish in colour, and her  left eye was still slightly swollen. She did not mind, however. 'You know I only do it because I love you, don't you baby?' he had said afterwards. 'I just can't control myself; I love you so bad.

Temporary marks, like bruises or welts that last a few days, are common occurrences in S/M. However, some people – such as those with vanilla partners at home – might have problems with them, so it's probably a good idea to ask about marks before you haul out the cast-iron cane.

He was intelligent and he must have known that he would again be the only man in those lights with real bruises.

You didn't hurt me, babe," he said. "You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that's ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah—it changed me forever. I didn't want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn't.

May I have relief-of-pain, please?" he begged. It was always provided in his everyday life for the bruises and wounds, for a mashed finger, a stomach ache, a skinned knee from a fall from a bike.

Life's bruises demythologise us all. The earth gapes.

to manage a fetching style. The bruises round her

His lips were split and bloody, his sides covered in darkening bruises, his head lolled sideways, face swollen almost past recognition. In short, he looks like a man ready to confess.

She took a bad tumble. Those are some nasty bruises she's carrying, the maid said with a sad shake of the head. Aye, Cullen agreed, his eyes traveling over lovely, milky white skin, interrupted by several black bruises. She looks like a cow. Mildrede turned a horrified gaze on him at the comment, but he was more concerned by the choked sound that came from his bride. He really hadn't meant it as an insult, but it seemed the women were taking it so. I just meant the coloring, Cullen muttered

We did some cool wire work in 'The Pact' - they had me strapped to a harness underneath my shirt so they could fling me around the house and slam me into doors. I definitely got some bruises even with all the padding!

You have made your escape, your known addresses crumple in the wind, the city unfreezes with relief traffic shifts back to its routines, the swollen buildings return to normal, I walk believably from house to store, nothing remembers you but the bruises on my thighs and the inside of my skull.

The bruises under her eyes are dark enough for Min-xue to dip his brush in and write poetry.

Life takes many twists and turns. It bruises and burns and rips apart. But it also loves and heals and forgives.