#wound

Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#change

Stop thirsting for things that are bitter, Go crazy here, here in these arms that are still Wrapped around the absent shape of you, Go crazy with me, thrash about in our bed And weep and wail and call me by her name, At least have the courage to let our hearts break together. ↗

— Patricia Smith

#courage

Loss is like a shrapnel wound, I said, where the piece of metal's got stuck in a place where the surgeons daren't go, so they decide to leave it. It is painful at first, horribly painful, so that you wonder you can live with it. But then the body grows around it, until it doesn't hurt anymore. Not like it used to be. But every now and again there are these twinges when you are not ready for them, and you realize it is still there, and it's always going to be there. It is a part of you. A still, hard point inside. ↗

— Robert Wilson

#death

I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream... ↗

— Black Elk

#genocide #tragedy #wounded-knee #age

Chiron reminds us that only through recognising and accepting our inner wounds can we find true healing. ↗

— Lisa Tenzin-Dolma

#asteroid #astrology #chiron #healer #healing

I hold the hands of people I never touch. I provide comfort to people I never embrace. I watch people walk into brick walls, the same ones over and over again, and I coax them to turn around and try to walk in a different direction. People rarely see me gladly. As a rule, I catch the residue of their despair. I see people who are broken, and people who only think they are broken. I see people who have had their faces rubbed in their failures. I see weak people wanting anesthesia and strong people who wonder what they have done to make such an enemy of fate. I am often the final pit stop people take before they crawl across the finish line that is marked: I give up. Some people beg me to help. Some people dare me to help. Sometimes the beggars and the dare-ers look the same. Absolutely the same. I'm supposed to know how to tell them apart. Some people who visit me need scar tissue to cover their wounds. Some people who visit me need their wounds opened further, explored for signs of infection and contamination. I make those calls, too. Some days I'm invigorated by it all. Some days I'm numbed. Always, I'm humbled by the role of helper. And, occasionally, I'm ambushed. ~ Stephen White "Critical Conditions ↗

— Stephen White

#life #psychology #traumatic-experiences #understanding #wisdom

It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#wounding #writing #forgiveness

We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places. ↗

— Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt

#growth #hurts #inspirational #wounded #inspirational

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#healing #light #spiritual-life #wounds #life

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! ↗

— Walter Scott

#broken #finds #heart #little #many