#wound

I am convinced that people with such wounds will be quite ready to co-operate in a safe and painless experiment in the interests of humanity as a whole. ↗

— Robert Barany

#co-operate #convinced #experiment #humanity #i

We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded. ↗

— Calamity Jane

#during #had #indians #killed #numerous

There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#country #inequality #killed #leave #life

All it takes is a single act of aggression to permanently wound a nation's reputation. ↗

— Ramman Kenoun

#aggression #nation #permanently #reputation #single

She's lonely and wounded and very vulnerable and it really is a story about people at the heart of it all. ↗

— Emmy Rossum

#heart #lonely #people #really #she

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

You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them ↗

— Iyanla Vanzant

#the-past #wounds #food

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #people #protect #sad-truth #shots

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

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...) What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?" Who says I even got one?" For the sake of argument, let's say you do." Who says I want an argument? ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#opinion #soul #unwound #viewpoint #afterlife