Quotes About Wound

Strike, who had dealt with several military suicides, knew that survivors were nearly always left with a particularly noxious form of grief, a poisoned wound that festered even beyond that of those whose relatives had been dispatched by enemy bullets.

Donnelley was lifting his shirt away from the torn flesh in his side. He was cranked around, trying to assess the damage in the muck-spotted mirror. To Vero, he looked like an expressionist painting in which all the objects were the same color of too-vivid red: the shirt, the hands holding the shirt, the belt bassing through pant loops. At the center of it all was the thing that corrupted its surroundings with its own gruesome color - a wound.

For the believer in divine creation, the open question of the Mystery of Being is like an open wound. It stings and gapes, and the believer cannot rest till it be healed up, closed up, smeared with the soothing balm of an answer, even if his doctrine be a sophisticated one like Aquinas's or that of the latest Liberal Protestant theologian.

The crisis of engulfment can come from a wound

Where there is a wound, there is a subject.

The crisis of engulfment can come from a wound but also from a fusion: we die together from loving each other: an open death, by dilution into the ether, a closed death of the shared grave.

I seek to harm myself, I expel myself from my paradise, busily provoking within myself the images (of jealousy, abandonment, humiliation) which can injure me; and I keep the wound open, I feed it with other images, until another wound appears and produces a diversion.

Hackett had plenty of maxillary damage.

Perhaps any life is such: different stories like different strands, each distinct in itself, each true, yet wound together to form one rope, one life.

What a strange alchemy we have worked, turning earth around to destroy itself, using earth's own elements to wound it.

In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.

A physical wound may heal, but a spiritual one may last for ever

But now I don't know any story, mine or anyone else's, that did not begin in the animal movement of a body - an inclination, a wound, an obliqueness, at times a brilliant move, often obscene instincts that came from far away. It's all written there already. The thoughts come afterward, and are always a belated map, to which, out of convention and weariness, we attribute some precision.

Alexander McCall Smith

in which he was mortally wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthès. His death was mourned publicly by all Russia.

although he knew very little about American history, or pop culture, he'd fundamentally understood the place, cut to its original wound. "A bit racialist, aren't they?" he'd observed.

The same thing is happening to me as happens to people in dreams when they see and feel a wound but can't remember having received it.

Die Jungen verzogen sich beeindruckt, und Angelika verband Lottes Wunde mit Ahornblättern, weil Lotte es so aus Indianergeschichten kannte. Von da an war sie Angelikas Leibwächterin.

What he didn't know was that he always would and that in all those important moments that were yet to come to pass in his life, there would be a searing wound. Over time the wound would grow smaller, but it would never disappear.

The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.

In a neighborhood, as in life, a clean bandage is much, much better than a raw or festering wound.

CHORUS: Helen! wild mad Helen you murdered so many beneath Troy. Now you've crowned yourself one final perfect time, a crown of blood that will not wash away. Strife walks with you everywhere you go. KLYTAIMESTRA: Oh, stop whining. And why get angry at Helen? As if she singlehandedly destroyed those multitudes of men. As if she all alone made this wound in us

A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it

Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say, and yet she waits for me, year after year, to so delicately undo an old wound