Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war. - Wisdom in Small Doses.
Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
Come, now again, thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart Will we discern the wounds within.
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven.
As quickly as the ice vanishes when the Father unlooses the frost fetters and unwounds the icy ropes of the torrent.
That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own. [Fr., Ce qui nous rend la vanite des autres insupportable, c'est qu'elle blesse la notre.]
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.
And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands. [Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix; Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]
I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.