#wounded

They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them. ↗

— Douglas MacArthur

#bay #died #filthy #hard #i

The suicide bombers who struck London on 7 July 2005 killed 52 innocent people and wounded hundreds more. All of them must live with their memories. And the rest of us will always remember where we were when we heard that London had been hit by the worst terrorist attack in its history. ↗

— Pauline Neville-Jones

#attack #been #bombers #had #heard

We all had to learn Southern accents. It wasn't a big research show. With the 'Wounded Knee' project, I locked myself in my apartment with history books so I would know what we're talking about. ↗

— Anna Paquin

#accents #apartment #big #books #had

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#before #being #carried #crowd #faces

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. ↗

— Thomas More

#anguish #bring #cannot #earth #heal

It slaps your dignity just right. I loved the idea of these proud, dignified black men, and I saw the older ones wounded, and it wounded me ten times as much because I couldn't stand seeing them hurt like this. ↗

— Quincy Jones

#black #dignified #dignity #hurt #i

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people. ↗

— Chief Joseph

#chief #ear #ever #go #great

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#blow #brains #come #cut #go

I have been wounded like this since about half past eight this morning and I will tell you how it happened. ↗

— Francesco Borromini

#been #eight #half #half past #happened

The beauty that emerges from woundedness is a beauty infused with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape and the cold perfect form. This is a beauty that has suffered its way through the ache of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger and desperation at its heart. It must also be said that not all woundedness succeeds in finding its way through to beauty of form. Most woundedness remains hidden, lost inside forgotten silence. Indeed, in every life there is some wound that continues to weep secretly, even after years of attempted healing. Where woundedness can be refined into beauty a wonderful transfiguration takes place. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#transfiguration #woundedness #beauty