A Quote by Francis of Paola

The recollection of an injury is . . . a rusty arrow and poison for the soul. — © Francis of Paola
The recollection of an injury is . . . a rusty arrow and poison for the soul.
You took a poison arrow and you aimed it at my heart. It's heavy and it's bitter, and it's tearing me apart.
Retaliation is counter-poison and poison breeds more poison. The nectar of Love alone can destroy the poison of hate.
The difference between real material poison and intellectual poison is that most material poison is disgusting to the taste, but intellectual poison, which takes the form of cheap newspapers or bad books, can unfortunately sometimes be attractive.
They abandon the Ambrosial Nectar and turn to poison, they earn poison, and poison is their only wealth.
Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.
it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.
Sin is a basilisk whose eyes are full of venom. If the eye of thy soul see her first, it reflects her own poison and kills her; if she see thy soul, unseen, or seen too late, with her poison, she kills thee: since therefore thou canst not escape thy sin, let not thy sin escape thy observation.
I wish people would call poisons poison. I don't mind people smoking marijuana, but they should admit it's a poison, and coffee's a poison, but the Americans lie so.
What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
The downside isn't really injury, fear of injury or the process of fighting back from injury. The downside, the very worst thing in the world, is surgery.
The next thing most like living one's life over again seems to be a recollection of that life, and to make that recollection as durable as possible by putting it down in writing.
Slander is poison to the soul.
Chain-mail isn't much defence against an arrow. It certainly isn't when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.
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