Quotes About Injury

Joe nodded. "We're required to report bullet wounds.

bitter recognition that his era had passed and the injury he had done to his family could not be undone and the moral failure that characterized his life had poisoned everything he touched and saw.

Joe instantly lost hearing in his right ear, and it was replaced by a dull roar.

a weeping, unhealable wound

Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.

Bruised but not broken," Dr Robinet told me before I left. I though the was talking about my spirit, but he'd been referring to my ribs.

Lo peor que podría hacer es atropellarla con una bicicleta.

Pieces of my father's brain are on the asphalt.

Great. Some women cruise Beverly and go home with a pair of Jimmy Choos. I go home with a broken leg.

He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit. Her nose wrinkled. "Step in something?" she asked innocently. "That I did not mind." He took a menacing step toward her. "What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.

Vale stalked back in with a basin of water and some bandages. "Far be it from me to criticize," he said, "but setting the afflicted body part on fire is not a usual form of treatment for an injured hand. Though I hear that milk is high in calcium.

Stay still." How stupid of him; did he really think she was going to go running off somewhere? "Bradamant will get help." "It's just a flesh wound," she murmured, then darkness came down over her eyes and swallowed her up.

He kissed my neck. The kiss sent tingling warmth down into my fingertips. I turned and he kissed me again, on the mouth. I was so tired . . . I wanted to melt against him and let him hold me. "You're trying to take advantage of an injured naked woman." "I know," he whispered in my ear, drawing me closer. "How awful.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you. My ears are still ringing from that big boom your head made when it hit the stairs. Is your brain okay? Because your skull sounded hollow.

How did Curran's son get hurt?" "Well, there was this woman…" "And what possessed you to detain a human woman in the middle of the night? Also, why is Bob missing an arm?

Ascanio came back. "What happened to him? He looks like he got his ass run over by a car." He was run over by my fist.

He raised his hand. "Hear me out. Before this injury, I had never been seriously ill. I'm a physician who understood what it's like to be sick but had never personally felt the impact of a life-threatening disease or experienced a significant injury.

Nearby he saw a man, his head covered in blood, stumble like a drunkard into a thicket; he sat there between the branches in a bizarre and uncomfortable position, his knees folded under him, his chin resting on his chest. He heard an officer shouting angrily, "No doctors, no nurses, no ambulances! What are we supposed to do?

On the sidewalk Terry lay, watching the sky with one eye, half of her face gone to red pulp. Tan blanket flipped over her. Settling, it reddened in one place and then another. Rosemary wheeled, eyes shut, right hand making an automatic cross. She kept her mouth tightly closed, afraid she might vomit.

The Three Laws of Robotics: 1: A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm; 2: A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law; 3: A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law; The Zeroth Law: A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.

One. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. " 'Two. A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. " 'Three. A robot must protect its own existence, as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

No robot built, of any type, could possibly hurt a human being. That was the First Law of Robotics: "A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

Lo aún peor es que el Universo no morirá con nosotros. De manera firme e inmortal continúa hacia sus cambios cíclicos, añadiendo a la injuria de la muerte el insulto de la indiferencia.

This was to be his most stubborn, persistent memory of the war: that fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, still smooth-cheeked, filthy with the dirt of battle and dried blood, laid out on a stretcher with his heart exposed to the air.