Wounds Quotes ( 1 - 10 of 15 )
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and read more
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the
thorns in our cushion.
- William Makepeace Thackeray,
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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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.
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
How he in peace is wounded, not in war.
How he in peace is wounded, not in war.
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst,
'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
The wound is for you, but the pain is for me.
[Fr., La blessure est pour vous, la douleur read more
The wound is for you, but the pain is for me.
[Fr., La blessure est pour vous, la douleur est pour moi.]
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch read more
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.]
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting
his former wound resumes his arms.
[Lat., Saucius ejurat read more
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting
his former wound resumes his arms.
[Lat., Saucius ejurat pugnam gladiator, et idem
Immemor antiqui vulneris arma capit.]
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught read more
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears.