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It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
The feelings flattened and folded and turned into something else, like emotional origami.
The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years.
The wise healer endures the pain. Cry. Tears bring joy.
Tenderness was not yet dust.
Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.
I know the answer to improving Jess's condition doesn't lay in tears the answer is in sweat.
Clean and bleed. Bleed and clean.
Crying relieves pressure on soul.
We hold within ourselves the medicinal materials to mend self-inflicted injuries sustained while traversing the thorny obstacle course of life.
Though your acts of love and compassion cannot penetrate bandages or armour, they are never wasted and never lost. They sit within the recipient's mind, awaiting his awakening.
I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
It's blood, sweat, sometimes tears.
piece of Turkey carpet
The human being is so complicated in some ways, and yet so simple in others. Sometimes, we need complex medication regimens. Yet, sometimes, we just need a good cry.
Kind pity chokes my spleen.
Hurt that's not supposed to show, and tears that fall when no one knows.
Instead of wiping away your tears, wipe the people who make you cry.
Failure is an instruction manual written in scar tissue.
Tears Are For The Living
Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known
you to have a handkerchief.
Hugging makes a tender heart.
There are no Kleenex boxes on these loops, just so you know.
I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can't see today. Patti, I don't know anything.
Things that are covered don't heal well.
walked into this exam room, I was expecting another mundane case, considering the evening I'd had thus far. The smell of vomit had been the first thing that hit me when I entered, and I instantly groaned. God, I hated vomit. Give me blood and guts any day. I would rather stitch
Tears are okay
[Morrie Schwartz]
Tears are words waiting to be spoken
The softest of stuff in the world, penetrates quickly the hardest, insubstantial, it enters where there is no room ...
Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
Soft hearts bled, and in their pain they caused grief and havoc.
You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.
Pain was a torn piece of paper.
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Doctors is all swabs.
You want science and studies? Fuck you. I've got scars and blood and vomit.
Knocking back the wine and reaching for the cheap consolations of kimchee-scented Kleenex fiction
Tears are the silent language of grief
We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
What thing, in honor, had my father lost,
That need to be revived and breathed in me?
The truth, it is the invisible tears that are the hardest to wipe away.
Has anyone got any bandages? I've just split my sides laughing.
Nothing dries more quickly than a tear.
Only cream and SOBs rise to the top.
What did people do when the ones they needed died? She lay curled on her bed, feeling as though part of her chest had been roughly scooped out, left raw and exposed.
Lungs, they do not like to be messed with. I give pneumonia one star and that's for the silent p.
the sleeves of my chocolate-scented T-shirt.
Choose Your Tears
If we cry over spilled milk,
what tears will be left over for spilled blood?
Tears are the silent passion for suffering
We cry to release the soul of its pain.
Tenderness is not like money: the more you give to one, the more you have for others.
When you feel sadness inside,
wipe it away by cries and tears!
Swatches of color to close the wounds. Lines to tie it down. Layers upon layers, until the sound of their voices formed a hum.
There is a sacredness in tears
I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so it festers and turns into pus - a pustule of emotion that explodes into a festering cesspool of depression.
Tears are the body's raindrops of emotion.
Cushions had been sliced apart and were bleeding stuffing onto the floor.
It's sad to know you've gone through it all, or most of it, without ... that the one body you'v wrapped your arms around, the only skin you've ever known, is your own ... and that's it's dry, and not warm.
With Charles Woods, it was the first time I had ever seen tissue from a dead person used to save a human life. It piqued my curiosity.
The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.
Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.
There are times when sympathy is as necessary as the air we breathe.
The sorrow which has no vent in tears
may make other organs weep.
An asbestos mat, if necessary
Packed in my skin from head to toe is one I know and do not know.
Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.
Hugs are nourishment for the heart.
Deadly emotions, buried alive, never die.
There is no tenderness without bravery.
Hugging makes heart tender.
Softening what is rigid in our hearts ...
Inside him, in a broth of blood and water, organs bumped softly, organically into one another, like fish in an aquarium.
What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.
'Scar Tissue' is the only book I've ever written when I've felt completely toxic, ill.
What can a man read in a library of cannibals?
Bloody books bound by bones in tissues' paper.
Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.
Love is loveliest when embalmed in tears
Tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal.
I brush my hair,
waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard,
for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart
and were screwed together. They will knit.
And the other corpse, the fractured heart,
I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.
One must endure without losing tenderness.
Relieve your pain.
Shedding tears is good for the soul.
row of stitches.
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
Words cannot explain the bruise that festers into a river that runs deep filled with pain n sorrows which only the visible can cure
The body weeps the tears the eyes never shed.
As if you cut open a rag doll with a sill name, and found inside:Real intestines, real lungs, a beating heart and blood. A lot of hot, sticky blood.
It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw. Holding
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.
[My father] was generous with his affection, given to great, awkward, engulfing hugs, and I can remember so clearly the smell of his hugs, all starched shirt, tobacco, Old Spice, and Cutty Sark. Sometimes I think I've never been properly hugged since.
Tears are not the pain. They are the healing.
and a clean pocket-handkerchief. The
There is nothing quite so satisfying, and so healing, as a good cry.
There was a bright orange glove down there, the kind that lobstermen use. There was even a big lavender sofa cushion.
Empathy is a hand thick with scars offering you a bandage.
Antibiotics, viral tabs, painkillers, sterilisation spray," Kasyanov said. "Other stuff. Bandages, medicines, contraceptives.
Hoop raised an eyebrow.
"Hey. Forever is a long time.
On the left side of my cheek a row of crusted scabbed stitches hold a deep 1 inch-long gash together. My nose is bent and swollen beneath its bandage and red lines streak from my nostrils. There are black and yellow bruises beneath both eyes, there is blood both wet and dry everywhere. (James Frey)
Tears are for happiness.
I'm less interested in skin than in fascia
connective tissue.