Quotes About Wound

Poetry criticism at its worst today is mean in spirit and spiteful in intent, as if determined to inflict the wound that will spur the artist to new heights if it does not cripple him or her.

At the very point of vulnerability is where the surrender takes place-that is where the god enters. The god comes through the wound.

It is the loss of the feminine counterpart of God that causes the wound that never heals.

Doctrine is to be the balm of a healing experience of God, not a theological scalpel to wound and exclude people.

God who gives the wound gives the salve.

We need to proclaim the Gospel on every street corner, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing, even with our preaching, every kind of disease and wound.

The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.

Hope is what happens when a wound starts to heal; Whether skin-deep or soul-deep, you begin to feel real.

Secret 3963. It's only a sucking chest wound if you're not the shooter.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

But when a cut is deep, it's still just flesh beneath.

Scars can actually be proof of a healing wound.

There was a big drive when I was at art school to make you aware of the economy of meaning - after all, this was still during the tail end of minimalism. Being responsible for everything you put in your picture, and being able to defend it. Keeping everything clear around you so you know what is operating. To open the wound and keep it clean.

you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

When she came into Venus' presence the goddess laughed aloud and asked her scornfully if she was seeking a husband since the one she had had would have nothing to do with her because he had almost died of the burning wound she had given him.

Time will have his little scar, But the wound won't last.

porque —oh viejo hermoso Sigmund Freud— la ciencia psicoanalítica se olvidó la llave en algún lado: abrir se abre pero ¿cómo cerrar la herida?

With crystal chords I play love's very tune In soft falling rain that allays my wound

El viento muere en mi herida. La noche mendiga mi sangre.

And nobody understands. My whole life is waiting for you. And nevertheless I search for the night of the poem. I'm only thinking of your body but am remaking the body of my poem as somebody trying to heal a wound. — Alejandra Pizarnik, from "[…] Of Silence," Selected Poems , trans. Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)

Mon cœur, le couteau existent. Mon cœur parce qu'il saigne, le couteau parce qu'il taille ma chair.

La lucidité est la blessure la plus rapprochée du soleil.

All three of them chuckle. But the chuckle is like pressing on a wound. Improve forest health. As if forests were waiting all these four hundred million years for us newcomers to come cure them.

True baptism allows us to reframe, and contain, the reality of evil, without needing to blame anyone else, without any need for shame or vengeance. We are all in this together, and our common wound shows itself in different ways.