#wounds

All honor's wounds are self-inflicted. ↗

— Andrew Carnegie

#self-inflicted #wounds

As the criminal, sinful war in Iraq enters its third year, the president goes to Europe to heal the wounds between the United States and its former allies, on his own terms of course. ↗

— Andrew Greeley

#between #course #criminal #enters #europe

Wounds heal. Scars fade. Awful memories can be overwritten with better ones if given the chance. The little imperfections of our psyches become overshadowed by the people whose love we cherish because they cherish us despite our faults; physical, emotional, spiritual, or otherwise. This thing we call the human condition with all its bittersweet blind corners and senseless humor evolves from within ourselves and not because of some pre-ordained reverie we desire to cast in the constellations. All in all it is what makes life worth living. ↗

— August Clearwing

#human-condition #imperfections #life #love #memories

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

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ↗

— Novalis

#heals #inflicted #reason #wounds

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

Wounds are an essential part of life, and until you are wounded in some way, you cannot become a man. ↗

— Paul Auster

#life

Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clothes #jace #wounds #want