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.

Let the blood and the bruises define your legacy.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

I bruise easily so be gentle when you handle me.

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.

Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.