Quotes About Injury

I had to learn a new way of playing. I had to practice a lot, and just find ways around the limitations. So it was a bad idea to break my hand. You said you were doing a lot of cocaine. Did that affect your songwriting? No. I think it affected my breaking my hand.

I was wounded by a blow of love.

it seems a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a Union soldier and lodged itself in the ovaries of a woman standing approximately 100 ft. away. She's alright, the baby's doing fine...ofcourse the soldier's a little pissed off...

What humanizes the speaker's rage, what keeps the poem a poem, is the grief which colors it—we understand that the speaker's immoderation and anger come from deep personal injury. We recognize that the rage comes out of an experience of empathy, and that forcefield between love and denunciation moves us as much as Lear's rage on the mountainside. It amounts to the difference between poetic terrorism and poetic tragedy.

Oh, darling, just look at your poor face. You're going to need an herb poultice and a fresh piece of steak for that wound." "And here I was looking forward to eating dinner, not wearing it on my face.

How was it that homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound?

Kate laid her hand against his cheek. "Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep getting hurt?" "Bad habit," Milligan mumbled.

Blue IceWing blood everywhere.

Darkstalker spread his wings, looking deeply injured. His rage vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "It was not animus-touched. I didn't do anything to it at all. I just thought it was beautiful and that Fathom would like it. You have an overly suspicious mind, Violet." "Indigo," Fathom corrected him automatically, dazed.

slashing pain across the body that betrayed her

how the side of the SkyWing's face was melted into a hideous dark mess, revealing a glimpse of her jawbone underneath and pulling one of her yellow eyes down and out of proportion

looked like only one of her wings was working.

Knock-knock on the door. 'Beg pardon, your honour. Loblolly boy's all in a mother, sir. Young Mr Ricketts has swallowed a musket-ball and they can't get it out. Choking to death, sir, if you please.

Well, my lord, the one was something that dropped on my head - a piece of mortar-shell, I imagine; but luckily I was in the water at the time, so it did little damage, only tearing off a handsbreadth of scalp. The other was a sword-thrust I did not notice at the moment, but it seems it nicked some vessel, and most of my blood ran out before I was aware. Dr Maturin said he did not suppose there was more than three ounces left, and that mostly in my toes.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.

We are injured and hurt emotionally, Not so much by other people or what they say and don't say, But by our own attitude and our own response.

A warrior can be injured but not offended. For a warrior there is nothing offensive about the acts of her fellow human beings, as long as she herself is acting in the proper mood.

Reading Detective Sanders's report to the grand jury, it was amazing how many lives had been touched by the perfidies of Ted Graham. He had injured

going past her on a gurney, surrounded

My eyes! I'm blind!

As Jebel tried in vain to fall asleep, he became aware of a small clicking noise. He turned and looked at the woman. Her robe was raised above her knees and she was scratching at a wound on her thigh. She had worked her way through to the bone and was picking at it with her nails.

She tilted her head to the right. You didn't even tell me you had taken the case. I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander. Does it hurt much? It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon. Wasn't Nora utterly terrified? So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet.

Gilbert put down the magazine he was looking at and politely said he hoped I was recovering from my injury. I said I was. I've never been hurt, really hurt, he went on, that I can remember. I've tried hurting myself, of course, but that's not the same thing. It just made me uncomfortable and irritable and sweat a lot. That's pretty much the same thing, I said.