Wounded Quotes

“Never shy away from opportunity and wholehearted living. Never be fearful of putting yourself out there. The courageous may encounter many disappointments, experience profound disillusionment, gather many wounds; but cherish your scars for they are the proud emblems of a truly phenomenal life. The fearful, cautious, cynical and self-repressed do not live at all. And that is simply no way to be in this world.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned.”
― John D. Richardson

“...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“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, Odd Apocalypse

“I wouldn't mind
if life left me...

wingless

burnt to cinders
ripped by storms
scattered...like weeds

celestially wounded

without cherry blossoms
to perish with

but I would cry
with head held in my hands
if it left me...

unfulfilled.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“A wounded lover is more dangerous than a coward army.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“Agonies are one of my changes of garments,
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become
the wounded person,
My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“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, Until Tuesday: A Wounded Warrior and the Golden Retriever Who Saved Him

“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

“A wound gives strange dignity to him who bears it. Well men shy from his new and terrible majesty. It is as if the wounded man's hand is upon the curtain which hangs before the revelations of all existence - the meaning of ants, potentates, wars, cities, sunshine, snow, a feather dropped from a bird's wing; and the power of it sheds radiance upon a bloody form, and makes the other men understand sometimes that they are little. His comrades look at him with large eyes thoughtfully. Moreover, they fear vaguely that the weight of a finger upon him might send him headlong, precipitate the tragedy, hurl him at once into the dim, gray unknown.

("An Episode Of War")”
― Stephen Crane, Short Shorts

“Rusted Flowers

From her heart’s
tear-salted soil,
rusted flowers grew.
A serrated beauty;
wounding all those
who bent near.”
― John Mark Green

“That sassy low classy, but dress real cheap-fly-n-fancy, with a chip on her shoulder -- she's just a bitterly wounded dove, wanting to be sieged by love.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

“A woman will endure many wounds in her lifetime, but the betrayal of a friend is one of the most difficult to overcome.”
― Tina Samples

“Great depth of beingness and creativity often come with great woundedness.”
― Kathryn V. White

“So... Dell had been a good boy with bad friends. I knew this – I used to be one of them. I’d always known Dell would disappear one day; he was too decent, too golden. This place never tainted that, and I don’t know why. He made me feel dirty. Dark and corrupt. It hadn’t always that way, and I don’t know when it changed... but I felt it now. I only knew I couldn’t hold onto him tight enough to stop those long legs carrying him away somewhere better.
A day’ll come when everybody’s had you and nobody wants you anymore...
As Dell drove Erin away in their rent-a-car from the Holiday Inn into the early evening traffic, I felt the walls closing in, the world swelling around me, and I knew that day had finally come. Tomorrow, I leave Paradise. It’s true. Shanise was right.
I turned away as the car disappeared up the slushy street.
That was the last time I saw them alive.”
― H. Alazhar, City of Paradise

“A man of God has many brothers. He is a wounded soldier - he is familiar with the pain one feels in his heart, as a close and loving brother, when a brother falls victim of evil men or turns to evil desires (the latter sometimes even betrayal). Because of this, too, he is and must be well-acquainted with and trained in the strengths of hope and the gentleness of forgiveness and mercy.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“To show you all my scars, is not to tell you that this Dunya would always leave you wounded, and bruised, and on knees, but to show you that see, healing is always possible. Healing is easy. Healing is beautiful.”
― Khadija Rupa

“God has hewn out a hidden path more glorious, tantalizing and adventuresome than the path trod by most, and it is a path seen only through the eyes of our wounds, felt solely through the heart of our losses, and singularly traversed by those with a limp in their step.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It's the wound that knows the texture of the pain;”
― NoViolet Bulawayo We Need New Names

“Her scar tissue, which she seems to amass both physically and mentally, may not be pretty, but they have become tougher than if she had never been wounded at all.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.”
― John Connolly, The Wolf in Winter

“Most people are afraid to really take the time and do the work required to love self enough to cradle their wounded parts like a newborn baby before involving anyone else in their life.”
― Sanjo Jendayi, I Now Pronounce You Single & Happy

“She struck out like a wounded animal.”
― Ken Poirot

“Safety" and "fairness" are the preoccupation of the wounded. "Being" and "joy" are the unconscious realities of the free and living.”
― Mea McMahon, Observation on Christianity

“A tall woman strode over to them, shouldering her rifle. Her helmet hid her hair, but her goggles were up, showing blazing blue eyes. “I’m Valkyrie, the team leader.” She waved a hand at the dark-skinned soldier holding him up. “Doc’s our medic, he’ll see to your leg.”
Rhys didn’t move and the woman’s face turned harsher than the mountains surrounding them.
“Do you have a problem, sailor?” She knew they were SEALs, even without identifying insignia.
“No, sir,” Rhys said. “I mean, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes before facing Jake. “My team can handle this from here. Get on the bird.”
Jake shook his head in confusion, pain making his thinking slow. “You’re a woman.”
Her voice hardened. “I’m a captain, and you’re done here. This is now my mission.”
“You’re not spec ops.” Jake’s leg might be screaming at him, but no American woman was allowed in special operations.
“We’re better than spec ops,” she said. “We’re E.D.G.E. operators. Now get your ass onboard.” She walked away.

“I think I’m in love,” Rhys said, staring after her.”
― Trish Loye, Edge of Control

“It's not just the wounded who suffer.”
― David Powning, The Ground Will Catch You