Quotes About Injury

In war, everyone has their chance to bleed.

In common with many who have a brain injury, I initially lost my confidence and felt very vulnerable, as if a protective layer of skin had been stripped away.

My dad gave me my first bike at 16. I soon fell off and was in a wheelchair for weeks. I haven't fallen since.

Yes, I'm always hungry after a fatal injury. --Jordan

The flea chomped him hard on the left ear. Dor bashed at it—and boxed his ear. The pain was brief but intense.

SOCRATES: For doing evil to another is the same as injuring him? CRITO: Very true. SOCRATES: Then we ought not to retaliate or render evil for evil to anyone, whatever evil we may have suffered from him.

ought the just to injure any one at all?

Nothing will injure me, not Meletus nor yet Anytus—they cannot, for a bad man is not permitted to injure a better than himself.

How could a truck hack off my baby and leave the rest of my toes intact?

How could a truck hack off my baby toe and leave the rest of my toes intact?

Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

Remember, losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

We are accustomed to look for the gross and immediate effects and to ignore all else. Unless this appears promptly and in such obvious form that it cannot be ignored, we deny the existence of hazard. Even research men suffer from the handicap of inadequate methods of detecting the beginnings of injury. The lack of sufficiently delicate methods to detect injury before symptoms appear is one of the great unsolved problems in medicine.

She was so nice to look at that Joe twice stabbed his left foot when he thought he was spearing a bit of litter, though neither wound was serious enough to require a tetanus shot.

Ross Morrant, the bodyguard, was sprawled in a mess of blood, mayonnaise, mustard, and salami.

One eye had been torn from its socket.

hurts?" "My whole arm hurts.

Qué me dice de…? —miró a Phil, luego a mí y después apartó la vista. —¿Sí? —se interesó Barnett. —Bueno… creo que la bala estuvo dando vueltas por mis partes bajas y… —Sus órganos reproductores no se han visto afectados, señorita Gennaro. —Oh —exclamó ella mientras me pillaba sonriendo y me lanzaba una mirada asesina—. No digas ni una puta palabra, Patrick.

I'm afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. Men tend to be very colorful when you're picking shrapnel out of them.

Are you alright? No, I bumped my head. Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. What did I bang it on? I demanded ungrammatically. My head. he said, rather grumpily, I thought.

The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.

One leg was stained with blood down to the ankle, and he walked with a ginger, spraddled gait, but he would on no account let a "wumman" lay hands on him to see what was the matter.

It occurred to me, listening to the chorus, that men in a hospital ward seldom really snore. Breathe heavily, yes. They gasp, groan occasionally, and sometimes sob or cry out in sleep. But there was no comparison to this healthy racket. Perhaps it was that sick or injured men could not sleep deeply enough to relax into that sort of din.

I blotted the tiny wound with the corner of a towel dipped in the vinegar solution. To my surprise, the leeches had worked; the swelling was substantially reduced, and the eye was at least partially open, though the lid was still puffy. Mrs. Fitz examined it critically and decided against the use of another leech. "Ye'll be a sight tomorrow, lad, and no mistake," she said, shaking her head, "but at least ye'll be able to see oot o' that eye.