#wounded

Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#divine #divine love #feet #giving #hands

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

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

He steps on stage and draws the sword of rhetoric, and when he is through, someone is lying wounded and thousands of others are either angry or consoled. ↗

— Pete Hamill

#draws #either #lying #others #rhetoric

In reality, it si more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side. ↗

— B. H. Liddell Hart

#dead #drain #fruitful #his #kill

The beauty that emerges from woundedness is a beauty infused with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape and the cold perfect form. This is a beauty that has suffered its way through the ache of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger and desperation at its heart. It must also be said that not all woundedness succeeds in finding its way through to beauty of form. Most woundedness remains hidden, lost inside forgotten silence. Indeed, in every life there is some wound that continues to weep secretly, even after years of attempted healing. Where woundedness can be refined into beauty a wonderful transfiguration takes place. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#transfiguration #woundedness #beauty

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope. ↗

— Aberjhani

#classic-books #famous-quotes #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #grace #haiku

I have been wounded altogether twenty times; eleven of these wounds were received at Northfield. ↗

— Cole Younger

#been #eleven #i #received #these