Quotes About Injury

He closed with a partial verse from "Sir Andrew Barton," one of the ballads in Percy's Reliques, published in 1765. Barton had been wounded in battle. "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes, "A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine; He but lye downe and bleede awhile, And then He rise and fight againe.

Jack met Kwan's eyes, glanced away, then looked back. Jack nodded once, kind of like saying hi, but Kwan did not respond. His lean face was all planes and angles, and as warm as a granite mask. He also had a split lip and a heavy purple bruise on his cheek from the guards. Jack

A BLACK CAT pushed through the cat door. His fine flat head was striped with scars, his eyes were angry yellow coals, and his ears were tattered from too many fights. One ear was cocked sideways from the time someone shot him. He circled Pike's legs, and flopped on his side. Purring. Pike picked him up and held him, the cat dripping off his arm as limp as liquid fur. Anyone else would lose a hand.

The rocks and rotten branches cut into Daniel's back. He took a tentative breath, and heard a wet popping in his chest. He coughed, but all that came out was aborted vomit. Daniel

Resentment, on the other hand, involves re-feeling the original anger. We remember the injury and re-feel the emotions surrounding the hurt. Anger is like a flame, resentment like a hot coal.

Must the Forgiver Trust the Offender? The simple answer is no. This should put to rest the fear that forgiving opens oneself to being injured again. On the contrary, forgiving is one of the best ways to stop a pattern of repeated injury.

Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure. TACITUS, c. A.D. 55-120

The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.

Today Baba got a blister when he put his palm down on the hood of our rental car! Mother had to put toothpaste on it.

Then I understood: The brass ball was still stuck in his empty eye socket.

I'm not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement," Trent said. "It's a workday. Besides, she has a crutch." "Crutch or no, she's hurt!" Ceri protested. "I mean," Trent said intently, "she can hit me with it if I do something she doesn't like.

Look at yourself right now. You're half dead from blood loss, and you're out shopping. These disguises look great, but that's all they are: thin sheets of maybe standing between you and trouble.

so we shot him up with antibiotics and glued shut a slashed vein in the groin that was sure to kill him.

Then realization had dawned. Oh, my God, you're the one who hurt Davis, the boy I was with. You saw us together, and you threw him down a gully. He broke both of his legs! He lived? Gaze narrowing, Lothaire had murmured, Not for much Longer.

You see, that's the thing with you detrus, Chase began in a contemplative tone. Your bodies are abominations. If I severed your arms-- Lothaire yawned loudly. --you'd merely regenerate from the injury. You might experience pain, but you wouldn't suffer the horror of permanent loss, not like a human. Lothaire grew increasingly bored by this. When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.

Ah, damn it, lass,'he called after her. 'I've busted my stitches wide open.' 'What?'she cried, hurrying back to him. 'Let me see!' 'Ah-ha!' He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap.'You still care for me!

Unexpected Elizabeth wasn't falling into his arms as he'd anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he had lost her.

She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves.

Banks have done more injury to the religion, morality, tranquility, prosperity, and even wealth of the nation than they can have done or ever will do good.

There was no other God, religion, or lawful magistracy, than conscience, which teaches all men the precepts of Justice, to do no injury, to live honestly, and give everyone his due.

I played pretty darn competitive-level hockey. Then the good old knee injury. Obviously, it's a blessing in disguise, but growing up Canadian, that's our religion, that's our football.

I should have forfeited my own self-respect, and perhaps the good opinion of my countrymen, if I had failed to resent such an injury by calling the offender in question to a personal account.

So, " Cooper said conversationally. "You got hit with a shotgun blast. What's that like?"...She turned back to Cooper. "Well...um...it hurt. Like really big bee stings on crack.

Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.