#wound

When we were filming, I thought that I was Peter Pan, you know? I thought I was the coolest kid in the world, so I wound up being the coolest kid in the world. ↗

— Jeremy Sumpter

#coolest #filming #i #kid #know

I thought I was the coolest kid in the world, so I wound up being the coolest kid in the world. ↗

— Jeremy Sumpter

#coolest #i #kid #thought #up

The Indians began to be troublesome all around me, killing and wounding cattle, stealing horses, and threatening to attack us. I was obliged to make campaigns against them and punish them. ↗

— John Sutter

#around #attack #began #campaigns #cattle

Deep-seated are the wounds of civil brawls. ↗

— Marcus Annaeus Lucan

#deep-seated #wounds

You don't get real reform by pandering to every special interest. With cap and trade we wound up with a bill that didn't accomplish much, was enormously complicated and expensive. ↗

— Brian Baird

#bill #cap #complicated #enormously #every

The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#history #humanity #kiss #life #mankind

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people. ↗

— Isobelle Carmody

#life #philosophical #wounds #life

We are all the walking wounded in a world that is a war zone. Everything we love will be taken from us, everything, last of all life itself. Yet everywhere I look, I find great beauty in this battlefield, and grace and the promise of joy. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#death #grace #joy #life #promise

Our favorite film is Vertigo. Amy Eleni and I must watch it seventeen or eighteen times a year, and with each viewing our raptness grows looser and looser; we don't need the visuals anymore--one or the other of us can go into the kitchen halfway through and call out the dialogue while making up two cups of Horlicks. From the minute you see empty, beautiful, blond Madeleine Elster, you know she is doomed because she exists in a way that Scottie, the male lead, just doesn't. You know that Madeleine is in big trouble, because she's a vast wound in a landscape where wounds aren't allowed to stay open--people have to shut up and heal up. She's in trouble because the film works to a plan that makes trauma speak itself out, speak itself to excess until it dies; this film at the peak of its slyness, when people sweat and lick their lips excessively and pound their chests and grab their hair and twist their heads from side to side, performing this unspeakable torment. ↗

— Helen Oyeyemi

#vertigo #wound #beauty