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I have used up all my weapons, and I'm helpless and bereaved Did I hear you say that this is victory?
— Wounds
I have used up all my weapons, and I'm helpless and bereaved Did I hear you say that this is victory?
This is a movement about the one in four girls and the one in six boys who are sexually abused every year, and who carry those wounds into adulthood.
H' had got a hurtO' th' inside of a deadlier sort.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?That which disfigures it.
Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe."
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,And bid them speak for me.
Safe in a ditch he bides,The least a death to nature.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
He in peace is wounded, not in war.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
The wound of peace is surety,Surety secure.
The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs'd'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved theeIn secret, in silence, and tears.
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.
I was wounded in the house of my friends.
