Quotes About Wounds

Here's another thing: There are certain wounds that never heal, certain hurts that never leave you alone, like a broken bone that heals wrong and always twinges when it's about to rain.

A total of 895,000 French soldiers died in battle during the Great War, but a further 420,000 died of wounds in the casualty clearing stations, from gangrene or septicaemia or some other sickness, much of it preventable.

People really do reveal their deepest beliefs by their daily behaviors. And their sabotaging wounds via their spoken words.

Adams made baldly partisan selections for a judiciary already packed with Federalists. His appointment of the so-called midnight judges rubbed old Republican wounds.

the mural, there were painted lines for the Underground, like scars stretched across the skin of the infected nation. There were wounds and then there were wounds.

He put a hand to the cool, painted stones bearing witness to so many names, so many histories. In the mural, there were painted lines for the Underground, like scars stretched across the skin of the infected nation. There were wounds and then there were wounds. Some were so great Memphis had no idea how they could ever be healed.

Living in a family where all the interactions are superficial and shallow can cause a wound that may limit capacity for meaningful connections with others. Physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, neglect, rejection, extreme punishment, humiliation, ridicule, and abandonment can also be the source of unhealed wounds.

The repair of these inner wounds can only come about through loving attention and unconditional acceptance from another. The process, however, also reactivates the pain of abuse, neglect, or unfulfilled needs from the past that continue to go unmet in the present. Consequently, there needs to be a willingness to reawaken the pain of the original experiences, which may have been buried in an effort to forget them. But until the pain is re-exposed to the light of compassion, healing cannot occur.

Anger, Obed Ramotswe had explained to her once, is no more than a salt that we rub into our wounds.

Why, she asked herself, why keep a wound open when forgiveness can close it?

Moral wounds have this peculiarity,—they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).

I write about wounds, the eternal treasons of life. It's not very funny, but it's sincere. My commitment is to sincerity.

family. The doctors at Bethesda were aware, from radio and television reports, that the dying President had been taken to a place called Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas. No Navy doctor thought of phoning Parkland to ask what procedures had been tried, what wounds had been treated, to ask to what surgical abuses the body had been submitted. Nor did it occur to Parkland, when the news was broadcast that the remains were headed for Bethesda, to phone with a summary report of Texas procedures.

It's my belief that animals can help a human being travel to the wounds of childhood. The best part is, once you go there, you can fix things. Get on with life.

It's one of the perks of aging, I suppose—an eagerness to release the baggage that doesn't serve you. I know this goes against common wisdom; our therapy-obsessed culture seems to think old wounds must be reopened before they can heal. I'm not sure I agree.

That's what courage is. Taking your disappointments and your failures, your guilt and your shame, all the wounds received and inflicted, and sinking them in the past. Starting again. Damning yesterday and facing tomorrow with your head held high. Times change. It's those that see it coming, and plan for it, and change themselves to suit that prosper.

Disillusionment [is] one of the deepest of human wounds.

It gradually dawned on him that he needed time and an ocean of love to heal the wounds of the past.

Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

I sought him whom my Soul did Love, With tears I sought him earnestly; He bow'd his ear down from Above, In vain I did not seek or cry. My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good, He in his Bottle put my tears, My smarting wounds washed in his blood, And banished thence my Doubts and fears.

They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc. etc.

So many wounds are inflicted almost without thinking, aren't they? We never sin unto ourselves. Sin invariably involves others, usually affecting those who are closest to us.

Sarah blamed her husband for a situation she herself had arranged! It might seem ludicrous if it wasn't so much like what all of us do when we allow our wounds to blind us. That's the most striking characteristic of a blind spot — it can be easily seen by everyone … except ourselves.