Quotes About Bruised

Wives bleeding and bruised often denied abuse when police appeared to check out a domestic disturbance. They feared even worse if they put their spouses in jail. It happened every day. "Jenny's

Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices.

Somebody called me a 'bruised romantic' once, and I like that.

Among the tramps were some real bruisers, that was certain, but there were also men who had been badly bruised.

The best minds have their soft spots and sometimes feel somewhat bruised by the scant respect of logic.

Combat comes before victory. If God has chosen special trials for you to endure, be assured He has kept a very special place in His heart just for you. A badly bruised soul is one who is chosen.

For a moment, as if the years had been set aside and they were back in his classroom, she had an urge to raise her hand and ask Mr. Thomas if truth was hard and impervious or soft and easily bruised, but instead she reached for the sewing kit and let the small smile that formed on her lips and the thought of raising her hand after all this time serve in place of what might have been an interesting answer.

bruised, a battered internal condition that figuratively showed on the outside. Like someone had beaten her within an inch of her life in some ingenious way that left no marks.

Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for gently and given gladly. It had happened so fast and sharp it had taken her breath. Perhaps she had done it wrong, somehow. She put the kiss away firmly to think about later. Instead, she smiled at him and pulled a carefree mask over her face.

Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised." -Sarah to Evie Johnson, p.345

Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised.

The baby was restless, and I was scared. It was almost time. I was so tired, I almost wanted to die. For a long time, because he was in solitary, I had not been able to see Fonny. I had seen him on this day. He was so skinny; he was so bruised: I almost cried out. To whom, where? I saw this question in Fonny's enormous, slanted black eyes–– eyes that burned, now, like the eyes of a prophet. Yet, when he grinned, I saw, all over again, my lover, as though for the first time.

And all he'd really bruised was her pride.

You who conceal your strongest feelings must think me a shameless little idiot for throwing open my poor bruised heart like this.

I would not willingly peel back the scar tissue protecting the deepest chambers of my heart and reveal the bruised hollows pooled with the blood of old wounds – the terror comes just thinking about it – but now, facing darkness I am left with no choice. I love you, and because of that am going to try and raise the dead. – Louise Bell Closson, How It Ends

My wife got stung by a bee on the forehead, she's at the ER now, her face all swollen and bruised, she almost died. Luckily, I was close enough to hit the bee with my shovel!

You can't go through life without your heart being bruised or broken. Otherwise, you're not truly, fully, a person.

beaten he was almost unrecognizable.

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it. Out of that came some sort of triumph that went beyond theological proof, a cause for

Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.

Only please, do be careful to bear in mind that Mordak's a goblin. Enlightened, yes, but a goblin. He likes his employees loyal or lightly steamed on a bed of bruised rocket.

If she'd learned anything, it was that life was full of seasons. Some swooped in and caught her off guard, leaving her bruised and broken, while others had given her peace and laughter. In every season, in each step of the journey, there was always that firm foundation, as the old hymn said. Lisa Harris. Shattered - Lisa Harris

His great carved wooden head was marked with a black eye that was more yellow than black and from this spectacular bed of bruised flesh the eye itself, sand irritated, bloodshot, as wild as a currawong's, stared out at a landscape in which the tops of fences protruded from windswept sand.

Labour is blossoming or dancing whereThe body is not bruised to pleasure soul.