Quotes About Injury

usually went to the trouble of separating these from their original possessors before presenting them to me—but then the fur stirred, and a pair of bright eyes peered out of the tangled mass. "My dog's hurt," the man announced brusquely. He set

Te parece que estoy bien? Me he roto el metatarso. —Te compraré uno nuevo cuando vuelva a Salisbury

of a musket ball embedded in his

To have the injured husband regard him calmly and say merely, "Oh? Why?" was not merely unexpected but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ infamous. Absolutely infamous. "Why?" John Grey repeated, incredulous. "Did you say 'Why?' Ã¢â'¬Â "I did. And I should appreciate an answer.

I started getting RSI in my wrists and my elbow from playing really hard, so I started looping.

When I was five, I compound-fractured my arm, pulverising my elbow.

What appear to be depravity, injury, or extinction are merely traces of memory and experience obscuring the soul. These are merely shadows of the soul, never its substance. The soul itself is always pure and whole.

The wrecked mess of flesh had to hurt like hell and I was just starting to feel a little sympathy for Kujima when some distant corner of my brain sent me a reminder that he'd shot me, beaten me and was about to light me on fire.

e la guerra cos'è poi se non questo passarsi di mano in mano roba sempre più ammaccata?

The Eye Linc was watching shot upward twenty feet in a convulsive jerk, hung there for an instant, then started a wobbling decent. There were two holes in it. It skimmed the heads of the men, coming for Linc's group. Tears streamed out of the corners of it, dripping to the ground like a trail of rain. And as it neared Linc, blood started to come, seeping from the holes, mixed with fluid.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

Four maybe five million men killed and none of them wanting to die while hundreds maybe thousands were left crazy or blind or crippled and couldn't die no matter how hard they tried.

we got beat to shit tonite. beat to shit. i know tosh is hurt worse than shes letting on, and james must be banged up a treat. owen too, but hes playing it all macho.

pitch. Guess where it went? Yeah, it sailed into the stands and hit Alice. It broke a bone in her knee! That lady was not having a good day. Deion Sanders is the only person in history to hit a home run in a Major League Baseball game and score a touchdown in the National Football League in the same week! The most valuable baseball card in the world is a Honus Wagner card from 1909–10. In perfect condition, it's worth more than two million dollars.

I barely touched her stupid elbow. She was moaning and holding her arm like an elephant stepped on it.

The man's gaze hesitated on the four-inch cut on Joe's left cheek, courtesy of the log that had slapped him in the face on the river. With twenty-some stitches sticking out, the wound looked like a giant red caterpillar was crawling across Joe's face. "Well, that'll disappoint the ladies." But then the captain grunted. "Never mind. With you, they'll probably like it, think it's all manly." He peered behind Joe. "Anyone naked in there?" Joe stepped aside. "I'm having an off morning.

I practice yoga at home to a TV show called 'Inhale ' taught by Steve Ross. I figured that if the people on the show could stretch that deep then I could too. I ended up pulling my hip flexor. But that's how I met my husband. Paul was the physical therapist my coach called to meet with me after hours.

Following a stroke, nearly one-third of people experience hemispatial neglect, also known as unilateral neglect. This causes the stroke survivor to ignore one side of their body or visual field and to be unaware that they have a deficit. As you can imagine, it is a leading cause of falls and other injuries. A reliable way to treat hemispatial neglect is through the use of prismatic glasses that gradually shift the patient's attention toward the side that is neglected.

The promise of any artwork is that it can hold us - viewer and maker - in a conflicted or contestable space, without real-world injury or loss.

I joined Aston Villa to improve myself in the Premier League. It started well but then I got injured and Villa ended up having five managers that season.

There were times while I was injured at Villa when I felt like I was a ghost.

I knew my knee was getting worse at Villa. The first season was dreadful and we went down. But speak to the Villa fans - take away the last three years - they were saying at the start that I should be playing for England.

Football is an awesome sport, but it's also a violent sport, and that's why all of us love it. We know what we checked in for, and at seven years of age, that's what I wanted to do with my life, and I didn't care that I got hurt.