Quotes About Wound

I've had more misrepresentations than I can handle, and people have told the wickedest lies about me. A lot of them have taken their frustrations out on me, and I don't like that because it can wound. Not necessarily me, but those around me. Journalists can be so bad.

I have to admit I can be pretty high strung and tightly wound.

For me, the interesting thing about anorexia is that you show your wound. There's no hiding it. So my anger and sense of disappointment, all the stuff I was out of touch with, became this visible rebuke to my parents.

Family relationships are just so fascinating - how they shape you as a person, how you can wound each other, how you're imprinted in a way by your family and the conditions under which you grow up.

In a country built on the dreams and accomplishments of an immigrant population, a particularly severe wound is inflicted on that principle when an immigration matter is not conducted in accord with the best of our tradition of courtesy and fairness.

If you've got a wound, and it's just about to heal up, and it's got a nice scab on it, and you think in two or three days, that's gonna be completely healed, then somebody comes along and pokes it with a stick, and it opens up again. And that's what happens with the Ritchie-and-Deep Purple situation.

I've worked with Lars von Trier on many films, and there's always a female character that's like an open wound - everything just pours out of this person.

The past is an open wound, a life force busily shaping an increasingly bewildering present.

The U.S.-Mexico border has often been described as an open wound. NAFTA was expected to heal it, albeit through a long, slow, and imperfect scarring process, by creating a basic framework for cooperation between the two countries.

We were on tour for 'Tragic Kingdom' for 28 months. We were going through the breakup, and in every interview we were talking about it so we were opening this wound on an hourly basis.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

It's become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the writer is not whole; of course the writer is not whole, or even particularly well.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

It isn't deep, the Eddisian Ambassador said from the other side of the bed. He was leaning over the wound, looking critical and mildly disappointed. Eugenides didn't miss a beat. It is...too...deep! he insisted, outraged.

Hope was like a wound, and, if not properly cared for, it festered. It turned sour and acrid.

women internalize the feminine wound or feminine inferiority so deeply, there's little or no female authority and esteem to fall back on. So they seek it by adopting and pleasing patriarchal standards.

How far from the beginning are we? When did we first start to feel the wound? … This staunchless wound, the great longing for another place. To make this place another.

Trotsky was rushed to a hospital. When the nurses began to undress him, he asked his wife to do it herself. Still conscious, he expressed his love for her, then whispered, "Please say to our friends that I am sure of the victory of the Fourth International. Go forward." Those were his final words. Surgeons struggled for four hours to save him. But the axe had done its job, creating a deep wound in his cranium and brain. He succumbed the next day,

To protect his life and to prevent any felony, an Englishman was free to inflict even a mortal wound on a would-be felon.

George leaned to the right so that he could see her from behind his brother. "Shall I strangle him or will you?" She rewarded him with a devious smile. "Oh, it must be a joint endeavor, don't you think?" "So that you may share the blame?" Andrew quipped. "So that we may share the joy," Billie corrected. "You wound me." "Happily, I assure you.

We have said that the duende likes the edge of things, the wound, and that it is drawn to where forms fuse themselves in a longing greater than their visible expressions. — Federico García Lorca, from "Theory and Function of the Duende," trans. J. L. Gilli, 1933, Toward the Open Field: Poets on the Art of Poetry 1800-1950 , ed. Melissa Kwasny (Wesleyan University Press, 2004)

Death laid its eggs in the wound

The wound is minor, little more than a nick, but it's dribbling like a Bourbon Street hooker with a month-old case of gonorrhea.