#wounds

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

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

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

When I was a kid it was big news when someone flew around the world in a little aeroplane, but nobody cared when I did it. Then, to rub salt into my wounds, the customs people ripped my aeroplane to pieces, looking for stuff. ↗

— Gary Numan

#big #big news #cared #customs #did

Deep-seated are the wounds of civil brawls. ↗

— Marcus Annaeus Lucan

#deep-seated #wounds

The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#history #humanity #kiss #life #mankind

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people. ↗

— Isobelle Carmody

#life #philosophical #wounds #life