Bruises Quotes

I hope my life is a testimony to show people no matter what you go through, how many hurdles are placed in front of you, how many bumps and bruises you get, to pick yourself up and be resilient and keep on trucking.

I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright

You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.

I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up. Visual bruises can be covered with make-up, but down to the core, I'm all bruises.

I have no real tattoos. I wear my bruises and tons of scars as my tattoos.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself against the floor, the walls; I strain and sob and exhaust myself, and begin again, and exhaust myself again; but do I feel pain? Never. How can I feel pain? There is no place for it.

The words we speak to each other should leave stretch marks, not bruises. Love is always picky about what it says.

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.

A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art is forever

If a piece of worthless stone can bruise a cup of gold, its worth is not increased, nor that of the gold diminished.

No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.

Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked. “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.

Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

I feel like I envision a lot of hamstrings getting pulled and a lot of bumps and bruises out there.

A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

The accolades, just like the scrapes and bruises, fade in the end, and all you're left with is your ambition.

I bruise easily so be gentle when you handle me.

God in Christ has taken into Himself the brokenness of the human condition. Hence, human woundedness, brokenness, death itself are transformed from dead ends to doorways into Life. In the divinizing humanity of Christ, bruises become balm.

Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.

Okay, yeah, he staggered back and fell into the condiments. Big deal. There wasn't any blood. I didn't even get him in the face. He saw my fist coming, and at the last minute he ducked, so instead of punching him in the nose, like I intended, I ended up punching him in the neck. I highly doubt it even left a bruise.

Artists hold out the mirror to the bruises on the face of the world.

Comedy to me is all about the bumps and bruises and weird tics.

Just because I do what I do doesn't mean I escaped adolescence, all the bumps and bruises that go along with it.

When I was in my 20s, I thought I knew who I was. And then as soon as I turned 30, I realized that I have bruises and bumps and dark parts. And you kind of go, well, that's it. I'd rather embrace it than force myself to change.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.

There should be a drama series about women trying to figure out their mystery leg bruises.

If the heart has its reasons, perhaps the body Has its own lumbering sort of carnal spirit, Felt in the tingling bruises of collision, And known to captains as esprit de corps.

You get mad at me, you kick the tire, I don't get a bruise, the tire doesn't care, and you're the only one hurting. How's that working for you, Kip?

Ow!" said Horace as the Ranger's fingers probed and poked around the bruise. Did that hurt?" Halt asked, and Horace looked at him with exasperation. Of course it did," he said sharply. "That's why I said 'ow!

Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

For the people of God, the Word of God leaves pleasant bruises.

And while some healing does happen, it isn't a healing of redemption or epiphany. It's more like the slow absorption of a bruise.

Bruises fade. Death is permanent.

Hey I bruise," Hale said. "Also, you are freakishly strong.

To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save.

I have to admit, that's a remarkable bruise. You should be proud; it's quite a feat to get injured in the manner you did and in that...particular...place.

don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)

God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.

Hollywood sucks. I've got the bruises to prove it.

Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

She fell asleep, leaning on his chest, and he edged her a little off a particularly painful bruise, leaned his head back against the tree he had propped them up against, and closed his own eyes.

Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.

The human heart is like a millstone in a mill: when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away.