Quotes About Wounds

Una delle tante insidie dell'infanzia è che non è necessario capire per soffrire. Ma quando arriva l'età della ragione, le ferite non possono essere sanate.

Para cuando la razón entiende lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiado profundas.

Uma das armadilhas da infância é que não é preciso se entender uma coisa para sentir. Quando a razão é capaz de entender o ocorrido, as feridas no coração já são profundas demais.

Para cuando la razón es capaz de entender lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón son demasiado profundas»

Living in harmony with truth means you are not harboring secrets or hiding behind old wounds, not betraying yourself or others.

She was thoroughly entrenched in her wounds, so much so that she had converted her wounds into a type of social currency

At the end of the day, we all live in our own inner world created by our own archetypes, stories, myths, wounds, sense of entitlement, and curious system of logic, order, and justice.

The Swiss psychoanalyst Alice Miller reports that many adults are unable to remember their childhoods. According to Miller, these memories are repressed at a time when it is necessary for the child's emotional survival to forget. To experience the pain of wounds inflicted by parents on whom the child is totally dependent is, in the child's undeveloped mind, tantamount to death. And so the child learns not to feel—and eventually, not to remember—these hurts.

I often see it in people who have attained what the monastic tradition terms "detachment," an ability to live at peace with the reality of whatever happens. Such people do not have a closed-off air, nor a boastful demeanor. In them, it is clear, their wounds have opened the way to compassion for others. And compassion is the strength and soul of a religion.

History is an orphan. It can speak, but cannot hear. It can give, but cannot take. Its wounds and tragedies can be read and known, but cannot be avoided or cured.

This contrast between foreign evil and homegrown nobility was hugely important in the rebuilding of national identities after the war, and one of the principal ways in which Europe's battered nations chose to lick their wounds.

And the lesson is that the scars of the deepest wounds don't show. We carry them inside.

It's always the same. When you come out of it and take a look around, the sight of wounds that you have left on the people who care for you makes you wince more than those you have inflicted on yourself. Though I am devoid of regret or remorse for almost anything I have done, if there is a corner for these feelings then it lies with that awareness. It should be enough to stop you from ever going back down there, but it seldom is. Anthony Loyd, My War Gone By, I Miss It So.

Masumiyet ne k?ymetli, diye düÅŸündü; ç?ld?rm?? bir dünyan?n açabileceÄŸi yaralardan bihaber olman?n güzelliÄŸi.

People don't want to be healed. They want a nice juicy wound that will show well when they put neon lights around it.

Buscamos los dientes que coinciden con nuestras heridas.

Todo el mundo tiene algún secreto. Como hace una ostra con un grano de arena, lo enterramos a gran profundidad en nuestro interior y lo cubrimos con capas opalescentes, como si eso pudiera curar nuestra herida mortal.

Happy are these who lose imagination: They have enough to carry with ammunition. Their spirit drags no pack, Their old wounds save with cold cannot more ache. Having seen all things red, Their eyes are rid Of the hurt of the colour of blood for ever. And terror's first constriction over, Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle Now long since ironed, Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.

Cine crede c? timpul vindec? totul nu a avut niciodat? parte de r?ni profunde.

Flesh heals. The soul can fester.

In the dark days to come, some former Congress members would wonder, if they'd only listened closer, if they might have heard America's tendons pinging apart like snapped piano wire and been able to do something to heal the wounds before the whole body politic had been ripped apart.

There was a desperate need about the way he moved, as if he was trying to rend the fabric of reality to pieces. He loved me, I realized. He loved me so much, and the wounds of Nexus had barely scabbed over. The prophecy had pushed him over the edge. He had to vent or it would tear him apart from the inside out.

Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.

El exiliado mira hacia el pasado, lamiéndose las heridas; el inmigrante mira hacia el futuro, dispuesto a aprovechar las oportunidades a su alcance.