Quotes About Wounded

Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.

We were so careful with each other. We had to be. We touched softly in deference to all the ways that we were wounded, working around each other's bruises and ruined places.

John ignored her insult, recognizing it for what it was: a mindless jibe from one wounded animal to another.

Deep is a wounded heart, and strong A voice that cries against a mighty wrong And full of death as a hot wind's blight, Doth the ire of a crushed affection light.

We have fifty-one golf courses in Palm Springs. He(Gerald Ford) never decides which course he will play until after the first tee shot...At least he can't cheat on his score- because all you have to do is look back down the fairway and count the wounded

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.

Other people's reactions often seem unreasonable to us. What makes their reactions reasonable to them is feeling wounded by a lack of responsiveness.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

As the room slowly empties, the adrenaline drains from me, leaving me exhausted and discouraged. One thing they never tell you about this job is how much it's like your first roller-coaster ride—thrilling highs, lows lower than a snake's belly. Then it's just me, staring at the Rough Rider portrait above the fireplace and hearing footsteps as Carolyn, Danny, and Jenny gingerly approach the wounded animal in the cage.

I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred

La oscuridá es la sangre de las cosas heridas. En el incierto ocaso la tarde mutilada fue unos pobres colores.

Come now, Susina, remember you were always a saint when it came to a handsome face." "Not when it comes to yours, you demi-demon." "Ah, Susina. And my charming friend dying at your door." "I am not the hospital. I do not take the wounded in." "This once." "I have patrons and guests. You be circumspect." "As a monk, dear lady of delights." "Pah.

Anyone God uses significantly is always deeply wounded.

The institutional church has become a wounder of the healers rather than a healer of the wounded.

Yet the spiritual life begins with the acceptance of our wounded self.

The Wounded Healer deduz que graça e cura são transmitidas por meio da vulnerabilidade de homens e mulheres que foram maltratados e desprezados pela vida. Apenas soldados feridos podem servir ao Amor.

In Love's service, only wounded soldiers can serve.

these past months have been hard on me and I'm quite confused—physically, mentally and emotionally drained. I feel like a wounded animal stuck with spears, staggering around aimlessly. . . . I keep going on like there is nothing wrong. Sooner or later I will break. I want to break, to let it go in an agonizing wail—but I just can't seem to let it out.

When you let your wounded self express itself in the form of apologies, arguments, or complaints—through which it cannot be truly heard—you will only grow frustrated and increasingly feel rejected.

Nobody escapes being wounded. We are all wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not 'How can we hide our wounds?' so we don't have to be embarrassed but 'How can we put our roundedness in the service of others?' When our wounds cease to be a source of shame and become a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

Is there not a sort of blood shed when the conscience is wounded? Through this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death

I don't do impersonations. I can do a wounded elephant! I can do a really good cow! And because of the amount of time I spent in North Yorkshire, I do a variety of sheep. All of which I will be happy to roll out for you!