Quotes About Injury

All around me are men carrying fallen comrades, limping on makeshift crutches, or crawling through the sand, dragging broken limbs behind them. I know them—their torsos full of scars my ointments have packed and sealed. Their flash that my fingers have cleaned or iron and bronze and blood. Their faces that have joked, thanked, grimaced as I worked over them. Now these men are ruined again, pulpy with blood and split bone. Because of him. Because of me.

He had a jagged scar on one leg, a seam that stitched his dark brown flesh from heel to knee, wrapping around the muscles of the calf and burying itself in the shadow beneath the tunic. It looked like it had been a knife, I thought, or something like it, ripping upwards and leaving behind feathered edges, whose softness belied the violence that must have caused it.

Philip managed a reasonably good impersonation of British POW ignoring a flesh wound.

Skylar?" Dr. Nagash's expression, honed by years of delivering bad news, turned grave. "Skylar was in the accident, too. He was injured severely." "Is he here?" Tessa asked, her voice faint and hoarse. "In the… hospital?" "Tessa, he didn't make it to the hospital. Skylar died at the scene of the accident. I'm terribly sorry.

I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me.

I don't know. He was hit hard. Bleeding out his mouth, bright red blood, so he probably took a hit to his lung. He was alive when they took him into the operating room . . ." Lucas gave him the details he had, then gave the phone to the highway patrolman, who knew Wood, and Wood confirmed Lucas's status.

a short distance ahead of him, once behind him, artillery shells fired with cell phones. He hadn't exactly been wounded either time, but he'd been hurt. He couldn't hear anything for a while after the second explosion and never could hear as well as he had when he enlisted. Right

blood pumping from his neck like water from a hose.

bleeding heavily, her eyes flat with

The last Gold Team geologist decided to retire after we basically had to reattach a limb. For a second time." "Oh." "Well, that's not completely accurate. It wasn't the same limb twice. They were different limbs.

I looked at Fowler, who had had a bullet applied directly to her forehead.

One day Samuel strained his back lifting a bale of hay, and it hurt his feelings more than his back, for he could not imagine a life in which Sam Hamilton was not privileged to lift a bale of hay. He felt insulted by his back, almost as he would have been if one of his children had been dishonest

I never fixed no car in my life 'thout cuttin' myself. Now it's done I don't have to worry no more.

Bleedin' like a son-of-a-bitch, he said. Well, I can stop that. He urinated on the ground, picked up a handful of the resulting mud, and plastered it over the wound.

Maybe we have an exaggerated belief that we have to stay in bed just to get through the day or that we can't go out of the house and do things. Views like these lead readily to what is sometimes referred to as "illness behavior." We begin to build our psychological life around our preoccupations with our illness, injury, or disability, while the rest of our life is on hold and unfortunately atrophying along with the body.

I think when someone is injured in your family, you want to speak to the individual and you want to hear their voice and you want to make sure they are OK.

My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it.

Then came a bigger fear. Not the threat of imminent injury, but the fear that if I didn't go back up, I would be a chickenshit forever.

Problem is that my athletic abilities in my mind are greater than what my body can accomplish. And my level of fear and anxiety of getting injured is greater than my courage.

My biggest fear had always been getting hurt, and not being able to leave the game as a player on my own terms.

Thomas Jefferson famously said: "The legitimate powers of government extend to such acts only as are injurious to others. But it does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods, or no god." In other words, government has no business interfering with our beliefs, but legitimately protects us from each other.

Deep-seated are the wounds dealt in civil brawls.

According to the law of nature it is only fair that no one should become richer through damages and injuries suffered by another.

That fall in San Francisco, Lorenzo worked for a wholesaler until he was forced to quit after hurting his back lifting goods. When Dr. Henry Hewit moved back east to be with his family in Connecticut, Lorenzo was orphaned all over again at sixteen.