#wound

The city's contradictions and frailties drive me to the church. The church, in turn, binds my wounds and soothes my troubled heart, and sends me right back out into the city again. ↗

— Steve Ross

#back #binds #church #city #contradictions

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding. ↗

— Georges Duhamel

#french #inflicted #town #which #wounds

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars. ↗

— Roy Orbison

#love #mars #scars #wounds

I'd like to be a wounded leading man. Instead of a pillar of strength, I'd be the scared one. ↗

— Jamie Kennedy

#instead #leading #leading man #like #man

Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon. which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals. ↗

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

#ennobles #heals #just #man #nonviolence

The Muslims have, as everyone else says, the right to practice their religion and they have the right to construct a mosque at ground zero if they wish. What I am saying, though, is that they should listen to public opinion, they should listen to the deep wounds and anguish that this is causing to so many good people. ↗

— Peter King

#anguish #causing #construct #deep #else

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#blow #brains #come #cut #go

Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong. ↗

— G. Gordon Liddy

#be strong #better #does #example #for example

I've heard it said, time heals all wounds, but if a dream can pull you so deeply into your past you can't remember the present, I'm not sure my wounds will ever heal. ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#dreams

Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, a longing for nothing but to long, a loneliness in the midst of people, a never feeling pleased when pleased, a passion that gains when lost in thought. It’s being enslaved of your own free will; it’s counting your defeat a victory; it’s staying loyal to your killer. But if it’s so self-contradictory, how can Love, when Love chooses, bring human hearts into sympathy? ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#pain #poetry #wound #love