Wounded Quotes

Her wounds brought her a great source of power because they lived in the same place as her heart.

Safety" and "fairness" are the preoccupation of the wounded. "Being" and "joy" are the unconscious realities of the free and living.

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.

Great depth of beingness and creativity often come with great woundedness.

Some wounds were worth bearing for the healing they brought.

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

God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned.

We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.

It's not just the wounded who suffer.

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.

Chiron reminds us that only through recognising and accepting our inner wounds can we find true healing.

Healing stories are magickal tales born from personal tribulation and victory, which are then shared.

Far too many people allow broken egos and wounded prides to convince them to seek justice before they seek understanding.

And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.

...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...

You've been away a long time. Were you lost?' He sounds lost himself, half strangled and fighting to stay conscious.'Wounded, not lost, ' I tell him, but I do feel lost.

To know a man properly, you must know the shape of his hurt - the specific wound around which his person has been formed like a scab.

I became a marine mom with the signing of a paper, but it would take a phone call, late one night, for me to fully absorb the impact this new title would have on my life.

But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.