A Quote by Sharon Kay Penman

For every wound, the ointment of time. — © Sharon Kay Penman
For every wound, the ointment of time.
Forgiveness is commendable, but apply not ointment to the wound of an oppressor.
Doing the right thing for someone else was like a tonic for me; it was like some magic ointment that made a wound disappear.
Doing the right thing for someone else was like a tonic for me; it was like some magic ointment that made a wound disappear
Every boy, in his journey to become a man, takes an arrow in the center of his heart, in the place of his strength. Because the wound is rarely discussed and even more rarely healed, every man carries a wound. And the wound is nearly always given by his father.
Every time I get on an airplane I have a routine. I cover the inside of my nostrils with anti-bacterial ointment. I'm popping Zicam like it's candy. And I drink, literally, from L.A. to New York, six bottles of water.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
When I was a little boy in short pants, I dreamed about a miraculous ointment that would make me invisible. Then I became an adult, began to write, and wanted to be successful. Now I'm successful and would like to have the ointment that would make me invisible.
I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.
A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside. This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her love for her mother showed her that the essence of life - love - was still alive in her. Love awoke, and life awoke.
Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a blossom and had to shine. That this wound did not blossom yet, did not shine yet, at this hour, made him sad. Instead of the desired goal, which had drawn him here following the runaway son, there was now emptiness.
Within the Scripture there is a balm for every wound, a salve for every sore.
At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.
I'm kind of like an open wound all the time, and that's hard. It's hard to deal with, especially in this industry. Every time I leave a movie, I feel like I'm going to die. Because you connect with these people, and then they all leave. I wish I wasn't like that, but I am.
Who better to so softly bind the wound of one, than she who has suffered the wound herself.
When we scratch the wound and give into our addictions we do not allow the wound to heal.
If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.
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