I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful than the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces love her, love her, love her.