#wound

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds. ↗

— Augustus Baldwin Longstreet

#bob #cheek #ear #entirely #eye

But I always wound up being the damn John, when I wanted to be the Paul. ↗

— Courtney Love

#being #damn #i #i always #john

It wounds a man less to confess that he has failed in any pursuit through idleness, neglect, the love of pleasure, etc., etc., which are his own faults, than through incapacity and unfitness, which are the faults of his nature. ↗

— Lord Melbourne

#confess #etc #failed #faults #his

Being attached to America these days is like being in a pen with a wounded bull. ↗

— Rick Mercer

#attached #being #bull #days #like

Then one day I read about a book that said that the church is the only army that shoots its wounded. ↗

— Keith Miller

#army #book #church #day #i

The object of my relationship with Vietnam has been to heal the wounds that exist, particularly among our veterans, and to move forward with a positive relationship,... Apparently some in the Vietnamese government don't want to do that and that's their decision. ↗

— Ho Chi Minh

#among #apparently #been #decision #exist

My best friend growing up really put the bug in my ear about acting. We created this one hour-and-a-half improv play when we were 10 or 11 and performed it at the library. We just played off each other so well and had the best time doing it and the funniest part was, we wound up having packed houses, other people loved it too. ↗

— Katherine Moennig

#acting #best #best friend #best time #bug

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ↗

— Anais Nin

#blindness #death #dies #errors #how

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. ↗

— Henri Nouwen

#advice #ask #chosen #cures #find

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ↗

— Novalis

#heals #inflicted #reason #wounds