Quotes About Wound

France bleeds, but liberty smiles, and before the smile of liberty, France forgets her wound.

The universe appeared to him like an immense malady; everywhere he felt fever, everywhere he heard the sound of suffering, and, without seeking to solve the enigma, he strove to dress the wound.

One would have called it a luminous wound.

He felt what the earth may possibly feel, at the moment when it is torn open with the iron, in order that grain may be deposited within it; it feels only the wound; the quiver of the germ and the joy of the fruit only arrive later.

a viciousness that left her bleeding. "Schnell!

Love receives its death-wound from aversion, and forgetfulness buries it.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen,Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading.

she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.

It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)

Sebastian lay a few feet away from her, on his back. There was a great blackened hole across the front of his chest. He turned his head toward her, his face taut and white with pain, and her heart contracted. His eyes were green.

Memories were like love: wound and cure, both at once.

Thus, melancholia arises when there is failure to recognize the traumatic nature of the wound causing pain.

World-mothering air, air wild,Wound with thee, in thee isled,Fold home, fast fold thy child.

I've learned enough about human nature to know that behind anger or bitterness or hurt there's always a wound, or fear, or frustration.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

You should tell them," Joscelin said shortly. "Tell them the truth. Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

Pride is a wound and vanity is the scab on it. One's life picks at the scab to open that wound again and again. Among men it seldom heals and often grows septic.

The Antichrist will appear to receive a deadly wound that will leave him without the use of one arm and his right eye (Zechariah 11:17), but he will survive and this will cause multitudes to marvel and follow him (Revelation 13:3). Many will worship Satan and the Antichrist. Many will ask, "Who is like him?" "Who can make war with him" (Revelation 13:4)?

But it's a wound that can't fully heal, isn't it, not to have the full love of those who made you. The indifference of Iona's parents, the full mess of Meara's." "Which is worse, do you think?

The single-breasted cut is symmetrical except for the hole pumping out blood.

Before she could look to find a wound he had control of the vision once again, but like a juggler attempting to hold too many balls in the air catching one meant loosing another.

But we have all been branded even if you can't see it, inside if not without—and the wound from Randall's cane was the very same thing, marking her as his.

Et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus...