Quotes About Bruises

I trust you are enjoying your stay in our castle?" I asked at last. "Would that I were, Your Highness. But I am afraid my sleep last night was quite troubled. This morning I identified the source of my bruises" – here he reached into a pocket of his waistcoat – "as a pea that had been tucked beneath my mattress.

If you haven't heard him...man, it's like he boiled down down all the melancholy in the world, all the bruises and all the fucked-up dreams you've let go, and poured the essence into a little tiny bottle and corked it up.

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

Life was full of surprises, with too many bruises and not enough Band-Aids.

I found some way to recovery. But I know, have always known, that I could go back. Mysterious neurons collide and break. The brain bruises. Memories you thought were buried rise up.

There should be a drama series about women trying to figure out their mystery leg bruises.

It's no secret that I enjoyed the physical side when I was a player. I was a bumps-and-bruises man.

She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, polished, and perfumed. Now they were crisscrossed with blood and dirt, wearing only bruises for jewels

arnica cream. His own bruises

Whereat, in terror what that sight might mean, I reeled and shivered earthward like a feather. And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

Lion emits a low whistle as he spots Bo entering his fifth-period Journalism class. 'What happened to your face?' Bo touches it tenderly and smiles. 'Nothing....." 'This wasn't your Dad.' Bo smiles again. 'No. My dad leaves bruises on the inside.

There followed a time when everything was dull. The things that had meant something lost importance, though they were still there, like bruises on the body that fade to hard lumps under the skin.

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

Hope is a child not yet born, only promised, and that bruises.

He had settled down some now, his rage reduced to a simmer, rather than a boil, but Katie did not want to see it provoked again. She rubbed her arms ruefully, conscious of probable bruises tomorrow, and wondered that she wasn't more shaken than she was. In a strange sort of way, she had found Sacha's anger reassuring, but rather than investigate the meaning of that puzzle, she sought to think of something else.

If you don't finish a day of stunts with a lot of bruises, you feel like you haven't done it right.

Amy adored both the new look and the new person it allowed her to be. Following the photo shoot, she wore her bruises to the dry cleaner and the grocery store. Most people nervously looked away, but on the rare occasions someone would ask what happened, my sister would smile as brightly as possible, saying, 'I'm in love. Can you believe it? I'm finally, totally in love, and I feel great.

My own aches and bruises and cuts and wounds pained me, but it was an honest, stretchy pain, something that was healing.

You can count the bruises on your heart easily enough, but numbering sins is a far tricker matter. Men are eternally forgetting for their benefit. They leave it to the World to remeber, and to the Outside to call them to harsh accout. One hundred Heavens . . . for one thousand Hells.

Always as lovely as any woman in any magazine, as any TV star of whom millions were enamored, she had lately looked thin and drawn. Even the evident weariness and the crescents of darkness like fading bruises around her eyes did not detract from her appearance. In fact, they suggested that she was tenderhearted and haunted by some terrible loss, that her pain, like the pain endured by a martyr, was beautiful, which then made her face yet more beautiful than it had been before.

There's a foot of space and world of contrast between Cristina and me yet I too know how hard it is to peel back the veneer of your life and to peek at the real. It's like waking up in a room and getting out of bed and realizing the furniture has been completely rearranged. You will eventually find your way out but it will be slow going and you're bound to get some bruises along the way.

You cannot expect to make an action movie without getting bruises.

After, in the torchlight, he wondered at the marks on me, the red around my neck, and the purple on my arms and chest where he had gripped me. He rubbed at them, as though they were stains, not bruises. "The color is perfect," he said, "look." And he held up the mirror so I could see. "You make the rarest canvas, love.

The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw.