Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?
She fell asleep, leaning on his chest, and he edged her a little off a particularly painful bruise, leaned his head back against the tree he had propped them up against, and closed his own eyes.
don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)
The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.
You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.
A bruise is a lesson. . . and each lesson makes us better.
I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
I lost my balance, making my body unstable and falling on top of my opponent. At that moment I hit my face against the player leaving a small bruise on my cheek and a strong pain in my teeth.
Failure is a bruise, not a tattoo.
Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
Writing well involves walking the path of most resistance. Sitting still, being patient, allowing the lunatic dream to take shape on the page, then the shaping, the pencil on the page, breathing, slowing down, being willing–no, more than willing, being wide open–to press the bruise until it blossoms.
Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.
A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art is forever
With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
Don't bruise the Foo!
The apple is perfect because of the bruise that runs through it.
Are you hurt? Are you injured?" "No, just a bruise or two. I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry about me. " "Stephanie, you jumped off a building. " "Yes, but the branches broke my fall. Every one of them. " "And how were the branches?" "A lot unlike pillows.
