Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.
She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that f...
...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...
Rather than being incensed by the nature of the bruise, maybe we should be inspired by the possibilities in the bruise.
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
With a strong spirit , you heal every bruise.