#wound

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill. ↗

— Helen Keller

#eagle #feather #hand #his #killed

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

— Ramman Kenoun

#aggression #nation #permanently #reputation #single

For me, it is just the total experience - from the time I first started as an assistant coach until I wound up at the University of Texas for 20 years. ↗

— Darrell Royal

#coach #experience #first #i #just

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age. ↗

— George Santayana

#grafted #green #inveterate #most #old

The roots of racism lie deep in man's nature, wounded and bruised by original sin. ↗

— Sargent Shriver

#deep #lie #man #nature #original

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

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

Oblivion cures the old wounds. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#cures #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #oblivion

A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love. ↗

— Luis Carlos Montalván

#dog #dog-lover #dogs-loyalty #iraq #iraq-war