Quotes About Wound

No one has ever defeated him before," she said to herself. This terrified her. He was a monster. And when you manage to wound a monster, one of two things is bound to happen: either he will fly into a rage, destroying and killing as never before, as though he were bidding farewell to murder through a murder infinitely more gruesome, or he will become still, impassively observing his surroundings as he slowly bleeds to death.

The problem with all men, and werewolves in particular, was their odd perspective. Sean viewed the gash across his ribs as a scratch. I viewed it as an open wound made by a monomolecular blade able to cut through the werewolf armor and contaminate his body with extraterrestrial microorganisms and possibly poison. We agreed to meet somewhere in the middle. He allowed me to sterilize and seal the wound, and I promised to stop threatening to restrain him.

The wounded will wound / and every hurt is remembered.

The councilman staggered to one side, his sword clanging on the stones as he clutched at the gushing wound in his neck.

The scar around an old wound feels nothing." "To feel nothing is not a virtue.

He, like his brother, the sad Mikha'il, had a wound above the heart that never healed.

As the doctor treated the wound, Mazer said, " I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.

...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone? "From

Laurence reached up to wipe the grime from his face, and finding his hand come away red with gore felt back to where his scalp hung open and wet. Help me fold it up again, he said. A head wound is always a bloody nuisance; but unless my brains are out in the air, I suppose it will not kill me.

Las casualidades son las cicatrices del destino.

Karl, I think I want to wring your neck right now." He laughed. "You're a doctor. You don't wound people; you heal them." "I just might make an exception in your case.

Someone was stretched out beside me; it was the vampire. I could see his glow. I could feel his tongue moving on my head. He was licking my head wound. I could hardly begrudge him.

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.

The Wound I climbed to the crest, And, fog-festooned, The sun lay west Like a crimson wound: Like that wound of mine Of which none knew, For I'd given no sign That it pierced me through.

And so I had only writing to comfort but it never soothed, it only marked the wound — Kazim Ali, from "Mountain Time," The American Poetry Review (vol. 50, no. 1, January/February 2021)

Whoever prides himself too much on having sustained no wound in the battle of life lays himself open to the suspicion that his fighting has been with words only, whilst actually he has remained far away from the firing line.

just as the wounder wounds himself, so the healer heals himself.

Everyone has secret. Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keeping our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it. revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame.

The wound I had seen in my stepmother's eyes.

I touched my scalp where Sula had wrapped the cloth. It still burned, but it made me feel important. I'd been wounded in combat. Anyone could break a leg or dislocate a sholder, but how many people get shot? I could tell by the way Will was looking at me that he was impressed too and not a little bit jealous. I would have quickly traded the head wound, however, for a glass of clean water.

mientras más profunda la herida más privado era el dolor.

Whenever at an accusation blind rage burns up within us, the reason is that some arrow has pierced the joints of our harness. Behind our shining armour of righteous indignation lurks a convicted and only half-repentant sinner ... [and] we may be almost sure some sharp and bitter grain of truth lurks within it, and the wound is best probed.

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.