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Quotes About Wound

I give you back your heart. I give you permission – for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her and the burying of her wound – for the burying of her small red wound alive – for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse
~ Anne Sexton
There is a smell that lung sickness gives people. It's the smell of blood and congestion and fever. It's the smell of blood mixed with air that hangs over a bed and fills a sickroom. It's the smell of old blood, and blood that is fresh and already old. It's the smell of a festering wound.
~ Robert Morgan
The power of healing comes through the wound. If the physician is healed, he will lose his power to heal others.
~ Robert Moss
No tiene nada de heroico resultar herido por una cuestión de orgullo.
~ Robert Muchamore
If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss. From the sharp pain of immediate berevement, both the Prince and I passed into the gray days of numb bewilderment and waiting. So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.
~ Robin Hobb
I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
~ Robin Hobb
I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
~ Robin Hobb
When tears fall that silently and that quickly, they're coming from your heart. It's like you have a soul-wound, and I just punctured it, and it bled tears.
~ Robin Jones Gunn
When he spoke, a new spurt of blood drenched the coarse cloth across his chest and sleeve.
~ Lois Lowry
Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore
~ Louis Sachar
sometimes things happen that no one hopes for. Events that cause everything you've worked toward, the life you've carefully constructed piece by piece, to come tumbling down all around you. No one is to blame, but you're left with a wound you can't heal on your own and can't believe you'll ever learn to accept, so you struggle to escape the pain. Only time can heal wounds as deep as that
~ Ry? Murakami
Nobody can judge an internal injury by the size of the superficial wound.
~ Salman Rushdie
Nobody can judge an internal injury, he had said, by the size of the superficial wound, of the hole.
~ Salman Rushdie
The black ice of that dark fortress received the sunlight like a mortal wound.
~ Salman Rushdie
There was a deep, sad wound in him, because he was a defeated man
~ Salman Rushdie
When you wish to obtain some concession from a man's self-love, you must avoid even the appearance of wishing to wound it." "I
~ Alexandre Dumas
When you wish to obtain some concession from a man's self-love, you must avoid even the appearance of wishing to wound it.
~ Alexandre Dumas
When you wish to obtain some concession from a man's self-love, you must avoid even the appearance of wishing to wound it.
~ Alexandre Dumas
The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.
~ Alice Sebold
I watched my beautiful sister running . . . and I knew she was not running away from me or toward me. Like someone who has survived a gut-shot, the wound had been closing, closing - braiding into a scar for eight long years.
~ Alice Sebold
Healing begins where the wound was made.
~ Alice Walker
An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison. Liable to fester. Apt to give its owner only pain.
~ Joe Abercrombie
Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps to the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.
~ E. Lockhart
Where griping griefs the heart would woundAnd doleful dumps the mind oppress,There music with her silver soundWith speed is wont to send redress.
~ Anonymous