Ovid Quotes

Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.

It's important to see how we can advance in healing wounds.

Every burn on my body has had its own different personality. And all of them needed different things.

You've got loves of your life and breakups of your life, that kind of thing. They leave a mark. It stays with you, a bad aftertaste.

Lorna was quite young when her mother died, and I think she's blocked out some of the memories. I talked to her a little bit about that, but I wasn't prepared to go around and poke and hurt her.

I've had my heart broken one too many times.

I believe that literature always goes precisely there where the damage to a person has been done.

It's a painful thing to talk about my childhood. I kind of don't talk about it much.

Have you recently been through a challenge, disappointment, break up or disloyalty with somebody in your life? If so, it's important after you've been hurt, to take some time to think like a lion tamer about your pain, so you can tame the possibility of more negativity coming back to bite you again!

Yeah, that's funny, huh?...Something hurts you real bad and you get used to it. Like being hurt becomes part of who you are.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

I have some scars... lots of internal ones. But they're all scabbed over.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade

Physical wounds heal, but those on the soul are difficult to heal.

Maybe that's how I learned to handle my deep hurt - by forgetting.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

If you do not transform your pain, you will always transmit it.

You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such was the fate of Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.