#wound

A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love. ↗

— Luis Carlos Montalván

#dog #dog-lover #dogs-loyalty #iraq #iraq-war

Without your wound where would your power be? It is your very remorse that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In love’s service only the wounded soldiers can serve. ↗

— Thorton Wilder

#love #suffering #woundedhealer #love

...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #wound #love

If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deeper than any tusk or riving talon ever had, but he was a true hero. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#love #wounded #love

Ίσως βρισκόμαστε στον κόσμο για να ψάχνουμε τον έρωτα, να τον συναντάμε και να τον χάνουμε, ξανά και ξανά. Με κάθε έρωτα ξαναγεννιόμαστε και με κάθε έρωτα που τελειώνει ανοίγει και μια πληγή. Είμαι γεμάτη περήφανες ουλές. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love #proud #rebirth #scar #world

His eyes betrayed a terrible truth about him, that his heart lay still in his chest, dead to the world from a tortuous 'goodbye' that he could never permanently forget. Though there did not exist a drink strong enough to repair such wounds, one did allow him to forget; if only for a night.. And so he drank whiskey. ↗

— Brian Patrick Gleason

#eyes #forgetting #love #lovers #sadness

You better not be touched by love; you are living peacefully. But if you do, you better not be left by it. Because The Wounded in love is only shreds of heart scattered. Even if you manage to regain your heart, you will never be that peaceful person again. Such is the curse of love. ↗

— Heenashree Khandelwal

#heart #love #peaceful #wounded #love

They say that time heals all wounds. I've never believed that. Time may dampen the severity of a wound, but no true wound is ever completely healed. A scar lasts forever no matter how much Mederma you lather on it. The memory of a tattoo will be there long after you've had it burnt off. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #wounds #inspirational

The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply. ↗

— Christiaan Rudolf de Wet

#deeply #heart #touched #wounded

Seeing their children touched and seared and wounded by race prejudice is one of the heaviest crosses which colored women have to bear. ↗

— Mary Church Terrell

#children #colored #crosses #heaviest #prejudice