My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging inside, the blood unstaunched by psychological bandage or love's healing magic. Eventually it scabbed over, a thick, ugly welt of memory. I work to conceal it, but no matter how hard I try, once in a while something makes me pick at it until the scarring bleeds. In my arms, Ashante cries, innocence ripped apart by circumstance. Bloodied by inhuman will. Time will prove a tourniquet. But she will always be at risk of infection. (124)
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
I’m never without a bandage.
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.
Religion has always been the wound, not the bandage.
The very concept of sin comes from the Bible. Christianity offers to solve a problem of its own making! Would you be thankful to a person who cut you with a knife in order to sell you a bandage?
A Polish man had a bandage on each ear. What happened? "I was ironing, and the phone rang!" "What about the other ear?" "Had to call the doctor!"
In a neighborhood, as in life, a clean bandage is much, much better than a raw or festering wound.
Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage.
The church. . . is not just to bandage the victims under the wheel, but to put a spoke in the wheel itself.
You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.
