In every community there is work to be done. In every nation there are wounds to heal. In every heart there is the power to do it.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.
The nature of catastrophe is after all reasonably unvarying in the way it ruins destroys wounds and devastates. But if something can be learned from the event - not least something as profound as the theory of plate tectonics - then it somehow puts the ruination into a much more positive light.
On the mountains mistakes are fatal. In politics mistakes are wounding emotionally but you recover. Personally wilderness helps me get back in touch with natural rhythms helps me reflect and in the process restore my creativity.
Poetry criticism at its worst today is mean in spirit and spiteful in intent as if determined to inflict the wound that will spur the artist to new heights if it does not cripple him or her.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
The soldier above all others prays for peace for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
Yes we love peace but we are not willing to take wounds for it as we are for war.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over the wound is closed and healed done with.
Unless I am both capable of and willing to reopen the wound every time I write a song if I choose to not look inside myself to write music I'm really not worth being called an artist at all.
Getting over someone is a grieving process. You mourn the loss of the relationship and that's only expedited by 'Out of sight out of mind.' But when you walk outside and see them on a billboard or on TV or on the cover of a magazine it reopens the wound. It's a high-class problem but it's real.
O! many a shaft at random sent Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word at random spoken May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
I have been wounded like this since about half past eight this morning and I will tell you how it happened.
I was getting to bed about 10 P.M. so wound up and not getting to sleep by 11 and because I was putting the prosthetics on for five hours I had to be up at 3 in the morning.
When love beckons to you follow him Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
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.