Quotes About Wound

Anger is a wound gone mad.

If the white man has inflicted the wound of racism upon black men, the cost has been that he would receive the mirror image of that wound into himself. As the master, or as a member of the dominant race, he has felt little compulsion to acknowledge or speak of it; the more painful it has grown the more deeply he has hidden it within himself. But the wound is there, and is a profound disorder, as great a damage in his mind as it is in his society.

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

Each word she'd set down in the journals was a gift and a wound.

Wo ein Messer einmal tief ins Fleisch geschnitten hat, tut die Berührung durch eine Feder weh.

the sacred art of leaving I only had to be cut once to know how to bleed I know why we tend to love most those who know how to leave Take my hand and let me tell you All but my love will soon be gone And the exit wound will be quick and clean So the sacred art of leaving passes on. Billy Franks

But time did not stand still, and now we scarcely love each other." I am thinking,' you said, 'that this moment will never come again. I am thinking that you are going to change, to die, and go away. I am thinking so truly, so hotly, how precious these moments are, how precious you are, you who will never again be just what you are now, This is the wound--time, which passes and changes us. To grow old, to think differently, to die.

Bleeding, idleness and mist, he murmured in an unusual mood of poetry. It's like life, isn't it... First the wound, then the resting, and then the uncertainty of it all.

Now our Nile has turned to blood and in the cafes the scholars jest about a cosmic wound. Priests no longer smile at our catalogue of charities and even the beggars whom we pity and love refuse our coins with a curse.

You know that you have been stabbed when you feel the deep pain of betrayal.

A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

I think you're magicians because you're unhappy. A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength. "Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But

I think you're magicians because you're unhappy. A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return. And the wound will take you there.

He scarred her arm...but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.

What we notice in stories is the nearness of the wound to the gift.

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail. (p. 220,222)

I walked into you. The white room is a hospital. It happens on the borders between healing and pain. The light is as surgical as a laser. The light finds me out. My soft tissue is exposed. Parts of me have been cut away. I had a wound that would not heal. You rummaged your hands through it and it bled again. It bled clean this time, and the poison left me. That wound has been infected for years. It will never heal but it is not infected anymore. My body is clean.

the nearness of the wound to the gift

el amor deja una herida que a su vez deja una cicatriz.

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail.

In all the ills that befall us, we are more concerned by the intention than the result. A tile that falls off a roof may injure us more seriously, but it will not wound us so deeply as a stone thrown deliberately by a malevolent hand. The blow may miss, but the intention always strikes home.

How was it that homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound?

It is a wound, if you wish,' said Stephen. 'But not from our battle with the Cacafuego. Some lady of your acquaintance has been too liberal with her favours, too universally kind.