Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.
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!
Words are like weapons; they wound sometimes.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Words can wound or heal. The purpose of speech must always be to create joy in the listener.
Before the tongue can speak, it must have lost the power to wound.
Words are like butter Rolling off my lips Cut like a knife And now I'm sinking battleships
As for those whose role it is to love us - I mean, relatives and in-laws (what a word)- It's a different tune. They find the right word, but it's usually the one that wounds.
I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.
Beware of biting jests; the more truth they carry with them, the greater wounds they give, the greater smarts they cause, and the greater scars they leave behind them.
