Top 88 Wounded Quotes

We set up the promised clinic for the sick and wounded Masai.

When patronised, I’m unfortunately more flight than fight. Perhaps it’s because I actually feel quite wounded.

The most interesting statistic, stunning statistic that came out of my research was that in 1942, as this war production effort is going on, the number of Americans killed or injured in war-related industries surpassed the number of Americans in uniform killed and wounded in action in the war by a factor of 20 to 1.

Step on the moist, pillowsoft earth, walking gingerly aside a weeping steam that calls your name, for it knows how to heal a wounded heart.

I don’t do impersonations. I can do a wounded elephant! I can do a really good cow! And because of the amount of time I spent in North Yorkshire, I do a variety of sheep. All of which I will be happy to roll out for you!

I’m not in the business of bayoneting the wounded. I feel the blockchain revolution is kind of my victory. I don’t care whether I win it, someone else wins it.

When you go to war as a boy, you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed, not you… Then, when you are badly wounded the first time, you lose that illusion, and you know it can happen to you.

Tens of thousands have been killed or wounded by the Israeli army since 1967. During 2006, the number of Palestinians killed reached 650. Since the beginning of the Israeli occupation in 1967, more than 650,000 Palestinians have been detained by Israel – about 40% of the male population.

I went to Walter Reed hospital a couple of times to visit wounded soldiers, kids with no legs and one arm. You start to question some things.

I sincerely believe I could have wounded up in a lot of trouble if I had not been taught as a boy to fear Hell, and to believe that certain wicked acts could lead me to damnation.

6,000 people were killed, crippled, and wounded during the War of Independence. The economy was devastated – there was no milk, just milk powder. No eggs, but egg powder. Meat was only once a week.

Written and directed by French showman Georges Melies, ‘Le Voyage’ features one of the most indelible images in cinema history: the wounded Man in the Moon bleeding like a particularly runny Brie, grimacing in pain with a space capsule protruding from his right eye.

Oh, come, Divine Physician, and bind up every broken bone. Come with Thy sacred nard which Thou hast compounded of Thine own heart’s blood, and lay it home to the wounded conscience and let it feel its power. Oh! Give peace to those whose conscience is like the troubled sea which cannot rest.

We all had to learn Southern accents. It wasn’t a big research show. With the ‘Wounded Knee’ project, I locked myself in my apartment with history books so I would know what we’re talking about.

I’m pretty upfront about my love and admiration for the military. One of the perks of making movies is that you get to sort of follow your own passions, and I believe quite passionately that we don’t pay enough attention and respect to our veterans. Not just our wounded veterans, but all veterans.

I think for the wounded, ill and injured warriors, they need the best possible care that we can give them – a continuum of care that not only started on the battlefield and extended all the way to the wonderful medical facilities that we have here in the United States – but beyond.

General Reynolds immediately found himself engaged with a force which greatly outnumbered his own, and had scarcely made his dispositions for the action when he fell, mortally wounded, at the head of his advance.

Living in a community with very wounded people, I came to see that I had lived most of my life as a tightrope artist trying to walk on a high, thin cable from one tower to the other, always waiting for the applause when I had not fallen off and broken my leg.

Americans are the great Satan, the wounded snake.

In the three years since our nation began operations in Iraq, more than 2,500 Americans have been killed and more than 18,000 Americans have been seriously wounded.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

I think there’s a lot projected on beautiful women, period. At least, maybe this is just my fear, but I do sometimes feel dismissed before I’ve even been allowed to participate. I have moments of feeling really wounded. But I am pretty optimistic, and I do enjoy a lot of my life.

What I do is sometimes – at least in Germany – met with wounding campaigns. I always face the question: should I grow myself a thick skin and ignore it, or should I let myself be wounded? I’ve decided to be wounded, since, if I grew a thick skin, there are other things I wouldn’t feel any more.

You stand with the least likely to succeed until success is succeeded by something more valuable: kinship. You stand with the belligerent, the surly and the badly behaved until bad behavior is recognized for the language it is: the vocabulary of the deeply wounded and of those whose burdens are more than they can bear.

Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?

My inner child is not wounded.

Early in my career, I served in the Army. I took care of wounded soldiers in Operation Desert Storm, and I saw what weapons of war do to human beings.

A wounded Qaddafi still in power would be an ongoing threat and menace to the rest of the world.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

George W. Bush, a charming and utterly gracious man, was a catastrophic twofer. He took the United States to war in Iraq, a wrenching debacle: more than 4,000 Americans dead, nearly 32,000 wounded, and the Middle East destabilized with Iranian influence enhanced.

Veterans report that service dogs help break their isolation. People will often avert their eyes when they see a wounded veteran. But when the veteran has a dog, the same people will come up and say, ‘Hi’ to pet the dog and then strike up a conversation.

I didn’t realize House would be the central character, more the bitter comic relief appearing occasionally. I relish his wounded nature – the lameness, the scarred Byronic hero.

The roots of racism lie deep in man’s nature, wounded and bruised by original sin.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

The ADA is essential in helping me overcome the obstacles I face as a Wounded Warrior and empowers me to assist other veterans. It allows me to be physically active, have my pilot’s license, and serve in Congress.

I had met many wounded veterans at Walter Reed Army Medical Center when I was researching my 2009 novel ‘The Turnaround,’ and I continue to be very interested in how returning servicemen and women deal with their new lives back home and how they’re treated by America.

Raising children is like a hit and run. You’ve been hit, you can’t flag the person down, you’re wounded and you don’t know who to blame, and no one helps you. And it’s weeks, maybe months, before you find out what really happened.

A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.

Melody’s like tweezers that go into the infection and pull out the wounded part. You can almost not stay silent in the face of a melody that matches your emotion. You feel seen.

He steps on stage and draws the sword of rhetoric, and when he is through, someone is lying wounded and thousands of others are either angry or consoled.

As so often before, liberty has been wounded in the house of its friends.

I have learned to become not an M.D. but a ‘C.D.’ for the wounded people I meet. Yes, a ‘Chosen Dad’ who may not like their behavior but loves and reparents them and helps them to heal their lives and find self-worth and self-esteem and save their lives.

I suppose I had a soulful quality. I was often cast as a wounded person, the ‘sensitive’ role.

Piracy was risky business, and injuries were commonplace; a single lost limb or gouged-out eye could end a pirate’s career. To encourage pirates not to hesitate in battle – and out of a sense of fairness – many pirate crews compensated wounded crewmen in predetermined amounts.

The walking wounded, impaired in life and dissected in death, were our primary clues to where and how parts of the brain work.

There is always tension between the possibilities we aspire to and our wounded memories and past mistakes.

Writing the first draft is like hitting the beach on D Day. You don’t stop to mourn the dead or comfort the wounded. You get off the beach because, if you don’t, you’ll die there.

Rwanda can be a paradise again, but it will take the love of the entire world to heal my homeland. And that’s as it should be, for what happened in Rwanda happened to us all – humanity was wounded by the genocide.

So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital. There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

I was just a very torn child, very wounded in so many areas, with no family support. I happened to the be the fifth child of my family. So everybody was already grown and had left home already.

When Trump attacks the news media, he’s kicking a wounded animal.

The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply.

When I was a teenager, I used to love the Bronte books, ‘Wuthering Heights’ and ‘Jane Eyre.’ In those books, the women do usually manage to heal the men, but in life, I’ve found it’s often the woman gets wounded. Instead of healing a man, she gets affected by his cruelty.

A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded.

Words, especially when yelled in anger, can be very damaging to a child’s self-confidence. The child probably already feels bad enough just from seeing the consequences of his or her behavior. Our sons and daughters don’t need more guilt and self-doubt heaped upon their already wounded egos.

Western medicine was developed for crisis and war, such as if you got shot or wounded, to put the soldier back on the battlefield. It works well for catastrophic situations, but it is absolutely ignorant about prevention and lifestyle.

I had hope, however; I had been wounded seven times during the war, and once before in this same lung; and I did not believe I was going to die.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one’s self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

It’s hard to play somebody who is wounded.

When I visited Syrian special forces along the front lines, I was given extraordinary amounts of detail. They gave me the code numbers for the various positions they’ve got, told me where the rebels were – about 800 meters away in a forest. I met soldiers who had been wounded but were still serving.

I was terribly wounded by my wife’s death.

It slaps your dignity just right. I loved the idea of these proud, dignified black men, and I saw the older ones wounded, and it wounded me ten times as much because I couldn’t stand seeing them hurt like this.

I think that in Sweden and a lot of European countries, there’s this whole mythology of the wounded artist: that you can’t really do any great art unless you’re suffering.

You have to surrender to a book. If you do, when something in it seems to be going askew, you are wounded. The more you have surrendered to a book, the more jarring its errors appear.

Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.

I always felt I was wounded. That I was no good, a piece of crap, and that I wouldn’t amount to anything, because that’s what my father always told me. I just felt like I didn’t belong anywhere.

As someone who’s spent time with our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan on USO tours and met wounded warriors at Walter Reed and Bethesda, I feel a deep obligation to the men and women who have risked life and limb on our behalf.

Where do you find the strength to brave a barrage of enemy fire and to bring your wounded friends to safety at great risk to your own life? Conviction.

I learned to assemble a rifle in the dark and was trained as a sniper so that I could hit the center of the target time after time. As it happened, I never did get into actual combat, but that didn’t prevent my being severely wounded. I almost lost both my feet as a result of a bombing attack on Jerusalem.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

How can we say we’re for family values when so many women in the United States have to jeopardize their livelihood to take a few weeks off from work after giving birth? Should a man have to sacrifice his economic security to take care of his sick mother or his wife returning wounded from active duty?

There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair.

A good tracker is interpreting all the time, from every little sign, you know? Not just interpreting the age of the tracks but also: Is it wounded? Is it hungry? A good tracker is interpreting a lot.

If you’re a wounded company, the other companies that have been around for a hundred years will smell it, and they will take advantage of you in a heartbeat. It takes a long time to get back in fighting form.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

Evolution can go to hell as far as I am concerned. What a mistake we are. We have mortally wounded this sweet life-supporting planet – the only one in the whole Milky Way – with a century of transportation whoopee.

She’s lonely and wounded and very vulnerable and it really is a story about people at the heart of it all.

I don’t think so, but it’s always in the back of my mind that many of the soldiers being wounded and killed in Iraq are about the same age as my kids. My godson is going over soon, so the war’s about to get personal for me.

What has become clear to many Americans is that the electoral system is bankrupt. As the political process becomes more privatized, outsourced, and overrun with money from corporations and billionaires, a wounded republic is on its death bed, gasping for life.

War is big business. It’s a lot of money going to and fro, and unfortunately a lot of angst, and a lot of fear, and a lot of doubt. And eventually a lot of wonderful people, like soldiers, like men and women that are out there trying to do the best they can, they come back being wounded on many levels.

Someone earlier made a remark about losing 500 soldiers and 2,200 wounded in Iraq. Those soldiers were sent there by the vote of Sen. Lieberman, Sen. Edwards and Sen. Kerry. I think that is a serious matter.

Politicians seem desperate to appeal to their respective versions of the so called ‘middle class,’ unable to empathise with the precariat and eager to dream up fresh and tougher sanctions against society’s wounded.

On the fourth day of July following, a party of about two hundred Indians attacked Boonsborough, killed one man, and wounded two.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.