“Still falls the Rain —
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds, — those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark…”

“… Oh! burning are the drops
That wounded love will shed—like to the dew
Falling from off the poison tree, the blight
Still following the touch;—ah! other tears
Soften and bless—but these destroy the heart.”

“He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.”

“The rain
Never falls upwards.
When the wound
Stops hurting
What hurts is
The scar.”

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall”

“Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.”

“There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.”

“To wound the heart is to create it.”

“Hearts Live By Being Wounded”

“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”