Quotes About Wound

An unacknowledged trauma is like a wound that never heals over and may start to bleed again at any time.

Say, Nana... You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.

The truth deals only one wound, but suspicions a thousand.

There was no need to wound him further, to shift from him the limelight of his own tale, which Lestat being the bright star, must always have.

I thought you were the docile one, he murmured. Yes, my lord, she said meekly. Compared to my sister, my lord. And you're the smart one as well? Even though you were going to put horse dung on an infect wound? Yes, my lord. She straightened her shoulders. And the plain one. His eyes were like a sly weapon, all soft, lingering caresses while he stood just out of reach. I think you're a fraud, Lady Alys. You've yet to convince me of any of those three things.

Relax, you're in good hands. Tabby won't hurt you. (Acheron) She stabbed me! (Valerius) Damn, I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that. (Acheron) You hate it?! I'm the one with the festering wound. (Valerius) Really? I've never known a Dark-Hunter to have a festering wound before. At least not externally. (Acheron)

It wasn't a gun wound. I just fell. (Zarek) No offense, but you'd have to fall of Mount Everest to have those kinds of wounds. (Astrid) Yeah, maybe next time I'll remember to take my climbing gear with me. (Zarek)

Even though Styxx was taller, Galen had carried him off the field of battle and held his hand the whole time they'd closed the wound. "Squeeze when it hurts, and don't worry about breaking anything, Highness. Trust me, if my deceptively strong Thia wasn't able to break it during her childbirths, there's no damage you can do. And at least you're not threatening to cut off my balls, fry them up, and feed them to me.

Oh, my God, are you okay? (Syd) You ever nick yourself while shaving? (Steele) Yeah. (Syd) You know the burn you get that hurts like hell? (Steele) Yeah. (Syd) This is nothing like that. It's a lot worse. (Steele)

If you want to find your purpose in life, find your wound.

Every man carries a wound. I have never met a man without one. No matter how good your life may have seemed to you, you live in a broken world full of broken people.

Grief is a form of validation; it says the wound mattered. It mattered. You mattered. That's not the way life was supposed to go.

The more clearly we are able to express ourselves, the less room there is for ambiguity. The more elaborate and the more precise our vocabulary, the greater the scope for thought and expression. Language is about subtlety and nuance. It is power and it is potent. We can woo with words and we can wound. Despots fear the words of the articulate opponent. Successful revolutions are achieved with words as much as with weapons.

She was standing some paces away from them looking out to sea, and so deep was her wound that she was afraid, and her fear was discernible in her voice. For just a moment she lost hold of her childhood's certainty that to give love is to receive it again in equal measure, and she wondered what it would be like to go through the whole of life giving more than one was given. . . . The hunger . . . the dissatisfaction.

Omnes vulnerant, postuma necat. Todas hieren, leyó. La última mata.

Through memory and language, we can transform a pure fitness cost in the past (such as a physical wound or a social rejection) into a reliable fitness indicator in the present (a story about our ability to heal without disability, or to overcome depression).

Das Nichts hat sich ermordet, die Schöpfung ist seine Wunde, wir sind seine Blutstropfen, die Welt ist das Grab, worin es fault.

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next horrifying event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound heals it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, Let the scarring begin.

Inside the Mouse, surprise opened like a wound over the inevitable.

Waiting here, away from the terrifying weaponry, out of the halls of vapor and light, beyond holland and into the hills, I have come to [to wound the autumnal city].

There was an energy to Los Angeles that was sharp and would cut you if you didn't recognize it. Every grain of sand in the beaches and desert buried under the city was a little razor, ready and willing to wound.

Son corps de fille, sa plaie, sa calamité bienheureuse, il crie, il appelle le paradis perdu de son unité, il appelle sans cesse, désormais, qu'on le console, il n'est entier que dans un lit d'hôtel.

To the extent that we project responsibility for a dysfunction outside ourselves, we cannot change it. Wherever the wound came from, however many years ago, its healing lies not in the past but in the present. Your subconscious will continue to trigger the wound for along as it takes- a iffy years old experiencing a five year olds pain- until you allow it to be healed.

There is a wound in the flesh of human life that scars when it heals and often enough seems never to heal at all. Avoid