You cannot learn a lesson of profound forgiveness unless you understand what it is to be wounded and forgive that which has wounded you.
I am like a wounded animal in a remote isolated place - How wonderful! - How happy!
You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.
Canadians are so easily wounded.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.
By the time we complete the care for the wounded soldiers, $6 trillion, that's $50,000 per American household.
We are born in relationship, we are wounded in relationship, and we can be healed in relationship.
The surgery of life hurts. It helps me, though, to know that the surgeon himself, the Wounded Surgeon, has felt every stab of pain and every sorrow.
Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?
True delicacy, as true generosity, is more wounded by an offence from itself--if I may be allowed the expression--than to itself.
The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness
Soldiers may be wounded in battle and sent to a hospital. A hospital isn't a shelf. It's a place of repair. And a soldier in the spiritual army is never off his battlefield. He is only removed to another part of the battlefield when a wound interrupts what he was meant to do, and sets him doing something else.
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.
And a refrigerator may hold a basket of strawberries, which would be important if a maniac said to you, "If you don't give me a basket of strawberries right now, I'm going to poke you with this large stick. " But when the two elder Baudelaires and Quigley Quagmire opened the refrigerator, they found nothing that would help someone who was wounded, dying of thirst, or being threatened by a strawberry-crazed, stick-carrying maniac.
Who cuts is easily wounded. The readier you are to offend the sooner you are offended.
A sentence begins quite simply, then it undulates and expands, parentheses intervene like quick-set hedges, the flowers of comparison bloom, and three fields off, like a wounded partridge, crouches the principal verb, making one wonder as one picks it up, poor little thing, whether after all it was worth such a tramp, so many guns, and such expensive dogs, and what, after all, is its relation to the main subject, potted so gaily half a page back, and proving finally to have been in the accusative case.
You hurt my feelings. " He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.
For those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: “I lived”. Because they haven’t.
How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded.
A critic is someone who enters the battlefield after the war is over and shoots the wounded.