Quotes About Accident

into the path of a motored vehicle on the same day Janice seems to have finished her account. Supposedly, a wooden foot was found near the scene, but the body was too badly mangled to be identifiable.

The Humpty Dumpty statue on top of the clock topples to the ground and cracks.

Even though Sean still held my head down I was the only one who thought to ask "Who's driving the boat?" Over the motor I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

I wanted to remind you that you do not allow me to deliver boats, as I have been known to crash them.

I was not a nostalgic person. I didn't save Christmas cards, rarely took pictures, felt mostly indifferent to the snapshots people sent me. Until the accident, I had always thought my memory was bad, but in fact I'd thrown the past away, a ream of discarded events--so that I could move, unencumbered, into the future.

Are you sure that's how we ended up at the bottom of this hole, Sawyer?" "Trust me. You were unconscious, but I held on just long enough to see the person responsible." "Maybe it was an accident?" "How do you accidentally drug someone, Sadie-Grace?" "Accidentally . . . on purpose?

I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.

The Parents, as my mother and father refer to Mr. Finch and Mrs. Finch, are insisting it was an accident, which, I guess, means we're free to mourn him out in the open in a normal, healthy, unstigmatised way. No need to be ashamed or embarrassed since suicide isn't involved.

I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

But, except for a good shaking, and some fine big bruises, Fatty was not hurt at all. His fat had kept him from breaking any bones!

The two of them went down in a heap, with not even a turkey to break their fall.

Mulch poked his head through from the passenger area. His face was slightly green. "I had a little accident," he said. No one inquired further.

Holly moved. A second too late. The table clipped her backpack, knocking the gas tank clean off. It spun through the air, trailing flammable liquid. Italian restaurants—wouldn't you know it—full of candles. The tank twirled right through an elaborate candelabrum and burst into flames like some deadly firework.

Or ce que Chris n'avait pas prévu, c'est que l'inverse arrive également : qu'un homme bien devienne une ordure. S'il y a des rédemptions, il y a aussi des damnations. Et elles sont toujours volontaires. Quand un accident introduit une cassure dans leur existence, les hommes réagissent diversement, Axel s'était enfermé dans le dégoût cynique de l'humanité, Chris ouvert à l'amour des autres.

Patriotism deliberately and with folly aforethought subordinates the interests of a whole to the interests of a part. Worse still, the fraction so favored is determined by an accident of birth or residence.

If you think about the truest joy you've ever experienced, my guess is that it came along by accident. Rather than thinking about fear or even happiness, concentrate on something that will help you grow in new and unexpected ways. Befriend a raven, sing to the moon, write a love poem to the bookstore on the corner. At the very least you'll have stretched and opened yourself up and leaned towards the sun.

At the base of her ankle is a deep, ugly scar she got when a car ran over her foot when she was six years old. That was in a small town in Bangladesh. Thus, even today, she hesitates superstitiously before crossing the road, and is painfully shy of walking distances. Her fears make her laughable. The scar is printed on her skin like a radiant star.

Crick once showed up at a crash site and said, "Holy God, no wonder the guy didn't make it!" right before the victim opened his eyes and said, "I'm still alive, jackass, now help get this fence post out of my chest!

And then crumpled on a muffled shriek, because he'd hit a stud in a load-bearing wall and broken three bones in his wrist and hand.

This was a problem when he hit the pothole in the shitty road, broke the axle, and got thrown headfirst into the windshield at twenty-five miles an hour.

I rolled my ankle and alienated your youngest sister," Deacon snapped, out of patience with his day. "Put me on the back of a horse and let's see if I can raze the town!

do something stupid in traffic, and suddenly they're seeing me in a pile of twisted metal, wearing my toes as a necklace.

I have no idea whether beginning with my accident was the best decision, as I've never written a book before. Truth be told, I started with the crash because I wanted to catch your interest and drag you into the story. You're still reading, so it seems to have worked.