Quotes About Accident

Accidents, try to change them-it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.

Un detective mexicano era por definición un risueño accidente solitario.

Janet stared up at him, unable to believe her bad luck. She'd only met him once, but she'd recognize him anywhere—those dark blue eyes, that square jaw, the thick salt-and-pepper hair, the dark brows, the rugged cheekbones. Of all the fences along all the highways in the entire state of Colorado, she just had to crash into his.

He bet Great-aunt Sophie hadn't drowned in a ferry accident, after all. She'd probably thrown herself off a cliff out of pure boredom.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

Samuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.

I don't mean to make you mad, I just keep doing it by accident.

She made another sweeping gesture that somehow went wrong because she knocked over the coffee pot and I immediately wrote down six new words which Auntie Mame said to scratch out and forget.

Oh, yeah?" Seth says, growing angry. "How did you die again? Freak accident falling down the stairs?

In closing, she advised me to drink more water, get some sleep, and suggested that in the future I refrain from strenuous physical activity in a hot room the day after falling off a roof.

Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while.

and suggested that in the future I refrain from strenuous physical activity in a hot room the day after falling off a roof.

I could fix the two of you up, assuming you don't mind the fact that he is into sadism and just got out of jail for accidentally leaving his last lover tied up in a basement for two months.

Historian Bettyann Kevles describes a 1920 professional gathering of radiologists, where so many attendees were missing hands and fingers that when the chicken dinner was served no one could cut their meat.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

Adams was in a hurry and ordered his horse drawn carriage to wait for him in front of his house. The horses were spooked before he got in the carriage, and the carriage was destroyed in an accident. Pondering what could have happened to him , Adams retreated to Psalm 20's injunctions against trusting in chariots and horses.

I'm always amazed to hear of air crash victims so badly mutilated that they have to be identified by their dental records. What I can't understand is, if they don't know who you are, how do they know who your dentist is?

The reason this UFO crashed was no different from youngsters (18 to 22 years of age) driving cars at excessive speeds on the 400 series highways in Canada or Interstate highways in the USA. The pilot and co-pilot who were young were not aware of the earth's gravitational pull and it was too late to slow down when they reversed their thrusters so they crashed. Most of the craft was not seriously damaged but the collision caused havoc on board.

I've never been able to have any distance from these victims. The kids I'm trying to help. My cases just swallow everything. That's how the accident happened." I lean against the table with my elbows. Everything inside me feels so heavy I wonder if I can go on. If I can ever again hold myself upright. "I miss Sarah so much.

[A]ll great soundbites happen by accident, which is to say, all great soundbites are yielded up inevitably, as part of the natural expression of the text. They are part of the tapestry, they aren't a little flower somebody sewed on.

Great speeches have always had great soundbites. The problem now is that the young technicians who put together speeches are paying attention only to the soundbite, not to the text as a whole, not realizing that all great soundbites happen by accident, which is to say, all great soundbites are yielded up inevitably, as part of the natural expression of the text. They are part of the tapestry, they aren't a little flower somebody sewed on.

Poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions.

The harp player had just fallen off the stage and cracked his head on an Italian tourist's pint. There was a big cheer, and Con the barman rang a bell on the counter.

In Tacoma, Washington, I speared myself on my guitar's whammy bar – it went right through my hand. I went into shock,