#wounded

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

— Rick Mercer

#attached #being #bull #days #like

My father was an immigrant who literally walked across Europe to get out of Russia. He fought in World War I. He was wounded in action. My father was a great success even though he never had money. He was a very determined man, a great role model. ↗

— Arlen Specter

#action #determined #europe #even #father

I don't do impersonations. I can do a wounded elephant! I can do a really good cow! And because of the amount of time I spent in North Yorkshire, I do a variety of sheep. All of which I will be happy to roll out for you! ↗

— Patrick Stewart

#be happy #because #cow #elephant #good

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

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#motivation #wounded-pride #anger

God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned. ↗

— John D. Richardson

#broken #brokenhearted #christ #christianity #god

I sincerely believe I could have wounded up in a lot of trouble if I had not been taught as a boy to fear Hell, and to believe that certain wicked acts could lead me to damnation. ↗

— Robert Vaughn

#been #believe #boy #certain #could

I quit acting when I was 11 because I was cast as a bouncing ball in 'Alice in Wonderland,' and I felt slighted and wounded. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#alice #ball #because #bouncing #cast

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

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