Quotes About Wounds

When we understand that it is the hand of God that dispenses them, and we know that it is our loving Father who humbles and wounds us, then our sufferings lose their bitterness. They even become sources of consolation.

But gradually we learn something very precious under the tutelage of these wounds. We learn a compassion for others that replaces judging, self-loathing, and the compulsion to find someone to blame. We learn a reverent joy before our wounds that replaces the condemnation of and comparison of ourselves with others that used to fuel our anxiety. We learn that the consummation of self-esteem is self-forgetful abandonment to the Silence of God that gives birth to loving service of all who struggle.

Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart – Samuel Johnson, 1709-84

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

De súbito sintió el intenso flujo de energía que se desata cuando los instintos reprimidos son sancionados por una causa. Abajo Hamlet, arriba Antonio. «Sobre tus heridas yo profetizo».

All of us carry around countless bags of dusty old knickknacks dated from childhood: collected resentments, long list of wounds of greater or lesser significance, glorified memories, absolute certainties that later turn out to be wrong. Humans are emotional pack rats. These bags define us.

Seeing and acknowledging how gifted assets can get out of control and become liabilities is possibly the most significant step in the quest to complete healing. Consequently we must deal with the shadow side of giftedness—our false-self reactions to people and situations when our primary wounds are reopened—or when our unmanaged assets turn against us in the form of disorderly conduct.

Passi il tempo a riparare la gente, ma anneghi le tue ferite nell'alcol delle tue stesse lacrime.

And yet, I was scared of falling asleep, because the moment I fell asleep my wounds would heal and right then I didn't want that to happen. Right then, I found a strange but real comfort in the pain.

Now, these were wounds I could have healed with a single thought. Just to feel pain, sometimes, was enough to cancel it.

Physician of the Iron Age, Goethe has done his pilgrimage. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear -- And struck his finger on the place, And said -- Thou ailest here, and here.

Julian, by calling us to interfere with patriarchy and heal the wounds that it has wracked upon human history and the human soul and the earth, beckons us from folly to wisdom. Are we listening?

People are complicated, and they hurt each other. Effie Linton had known this for a long time, just as she knew that sometimes those wounds were inflicted deliberately, over and over, and not with fists or weapons. Sometimes, they did it with love.

I saw why people died and how they died. I saw gunshot wounds and liver failure. It was a good learning experience, so I came regularly on weekends and holidays.

But our wounds are part of who we are...and there is nothing left to chance....And pain's the pen that writes the songs....That call us forth to dance

Man projects his wounds upon the world, my friend. He judges everything, and in the judging he reveals himself.

Do you see these wounds? These bruises?" "Yes." "They are my joy." "Pain is your joy?" "The pain in itself is not joy. It is simply pain. But the meaning of the pain, that is joy.

Man projects his wounds upon the world, my friend. He judges everything

If a man does not know the wounds of his own soul, he can deny not just his own pain, but also be unmoved by the suffering of other people. More than that, he will tend to put his wound onto others. He may only be able to see the wound that secretly troubles him when he forcefully projects it into someone else, in forms of abuse or violence.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.

And there would be more partings, more losses, more wounds, over and over, again and again. He could change his destiny a hundred times, and each time another loss or separation would be waiting for him on the other side. As long as there is happiness, there will be sadness. As long as there is fortune, there will be misfortune.

Ma questa è la storia della mia vita dissipata, che è fatta essenzialmente di oltraggi da vendicare e ferite da rimarginare

Yaran?n ç?pla??na vurulmaz. Anlatmaya soyunanlar buna güvenir. Giyinik yaralarla yazanlar?n, anlatanlar?n hikayelerindeyse bizi inand?rmayan bir ?eyler vard?r. Sonra yara kilitleri. Kimilerinin ilk yaras? kendinin kilidi olur; bir daha aç?lmaz. Yaras?n?n fark?nda bile olmadan ya?ayanlar?nsa anlatmaya, dinlemeye de?er hiçbir hikayeleri yoktur, onlar?n düzayak mutluluklar? vard?r; kolay sevinçleri.