#wounded

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. ↗

— Thomas More

#anguish #bring #cannot #earth #heal

I'd like to be a wounded leading man. Instead of a pillar of strength, I'd be the scared one. ↗

— Jamie Kennedy

#instead #leading #leading man #like #man

We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded. ↗

— Calamity Jane

#during #had #indians #killed #numerous

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people. ↗

— Chief Joseph

#chief #ear #ever #go #great

There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#country #inequality #killed #leave #life

Americans are the great Satan, the wounded snake. ↗

— Ayatollah Khomeini

#satan #snake #wounded

She's lonely and wounded and very vulnerable and it really is a story about people at the heart of it all. ↗

— Emmy Rossum

#heart #lonely #people #really #she

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#am #blood #cry #desolation #fired

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#blood #cry #desolation #fired #groans

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