You've had your heart bruised a time or two, but it's all worth it for the fairy tale ending.
I am scarcely mother of the year at the moment: I have made no headway in trying to find a new job, which scares me stupid, and am still bruised and shocked from the accident.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, , Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, ,,, For all That struck the earth, , No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble, ,, Went surely to the cider-apple heap .
Kevin: Please sir, I bruised two fingers knocking in a nail at home.
a bruised reed,,break.
a bruised reed,,break.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded.
I can't tell you how many models I've seen arrive on set bruised from being beaten up by their boyfriends.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling battered, bruised and fragile.
He was banged and bruised, and he had one arm in a sling.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
At the hospital, he was treated for a bruised kidney but released the same night.
1 A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
1 A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
The Ass gave credence to his words, and, falling into a ditch, was very much bruised.
Love Is Not Like Merchandise A reader in Florida, apparently bruised by some personal experience, writes in to complain, "If I steal a nickel's worth of merchandise, I am a thief and punished; but if I steal the love of another's wife, I am free.
So she bruised the nettles with her bare feet and spun the flax.
