Quotes About Wounds

Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of family life that has been your body. Let me see the bruised red lines that signal their encampment. Let me see the routed place where they are gone. Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.

The healing power of art is not a rhetorical fantasy. Fighting to keep language, language became my sanity and my strength. It still is, and I know of no pain that art cannot assuage. For some, music, for some, pictures, for me, primarily, poetry, whether found in poems or in prose, cuts through noise and hurt, opens the wound to clean it, and then gradually teaches it to heal itself. Wounds need to be taught to heal themselves.

We were patient enough to count the hairs on each other's heads, too impatient to get undressed. Neither of us had the upper hand, we wore matching wounds.

You're a battered heart, bleeding life in the universe of wounds.

She was a vision . . . and she was his. She smiled at him and William felt the pain of his war wounds pass away. There was an entire future in that smile—a world of hope and the promise of unspeakable joy.

Time wounds all heals.

Even the best-conducted women [...] have an aversion for the impotent," [...] so one should conceal one's wounds and hide the crippling deficiencies of life – poverty, misfortune, sickness, ill-success. People begin by being touched and moved to tenderness by their friends' distress; presently this changes to pity, which has something humiliating about it; then to a masterful giving of advice; and then to scorn.

I learned long ago that in order to heal my wounds, I must have the courage to face up with them.

For those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: "I lived". Because they haven't.

We see the evil in others because we know the evil in ourselves. We never forgive those whou wound us because we believe that we would never be forgiven. We say the painful truth to others because we want to hide it from ourselves. We show our strength, so that no one can see our frailty. That is why, whenever you judge your brother, be aware that it is you who is in the dock.

But the railroads are a new force. No hatred is in their history. They heal the wounds of the past, and they reach toward the future.

The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

Viniste aquí a que cicatrizaran tus heridas, Sam, y eso es lo que está ocurriendo, y es posible que yo sólo sea una parte del tratamiento.

I think of him dreaming of being married to Kim and of tractors and harvesters and conferences in nice country hotels while my dreams are filled with war, with snakes, with bloody wounds, disaster and death. I keep feeling blood trickling over my skin.

It's not so much that time heals all wounds, as it is the passage of the years that lets us make peace with our grief in our own way.

He had avenged the murders of his wife, daughter, and brother-in-law. But that did nothing to take away the loss, the pain. Nothing ever could. Time did not heal wounds for Decker. The passage of time was irrelevant to his unique mind. Everything he had ever experienced in life was as freshly minted in his brain as the moment it was created.

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, They smack of honor both.

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.

A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, May it be gently heard. When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murther in healing wounds.

The tales told by the dead are fundamentally different, because their stories are not told to conceal their wounds.

Sebuah otobiografi tak berbeda dengan pembedahan mental. Sangat sakit. Melepas plester pembalut luka-luka dari ingatan seseorang dan membuka luka-luka itu, banyak diantaranya yang mulai sembuh terasa perih.

Just because you know it [my past]... doesn't mean that my wounds are a weight you have to carry. ~Kurogane-san