Quotes About Injury

Most of her pain was in her lower lumbar spine, caused by two herniated discs (L4 and L5).

Boxing is the only sport you can get your brain shook, your money took and your name in the undertaker book.

No amount of fitness is worth an injury.

think I hit my head on something and knocked my shadow off. Are you going to stick it back on, or did it get away?

White phosphorus is highly toxic, and people who made matches routinely developed "phossy jaw," a terrible condition in which the jaw bone disintegrates.

I find by this, how much an author injures his works by altering them, even though they be improved in a poetical point of view. The first impression is readily received. We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavour to efface them.

I have been black and blue in some spot, somewhere, almost all my life from too intimate contacts with my own furniture.

Needless, heedless, wanton and deliberate injury of the sort inflicted by Life's picture story is not an essential instrument of responsible journalism.

Having a normal knee would make life a lot easier.

I once got hit with a taser at a concert and everyone thought I was dancing. Now I have to do that dance, at every show for the rest of my life, or admit that a taser can damage the Thom Yorke

He who parades his virtues seldom leads the parade. He who puts up with insult invites injury. Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life. This life in the present.

Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it forgoes revenge, and dares forgive an injury.

Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it forgoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.

Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.

I lie in my darkened room. Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

The woman pushed up the arms of her long-sleeved shirt and turned to the digital readout of her treadmill. A scar wound down her right forearm, jagged, like from a knife, not clean like from an operation. There was a story there.

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

Better a thousand times err on the side of over-readiness to fight, than to err on the side of tame submission to injury, or cold-blooded indifference to the misery of the oppressed.

So that eternal love, in love's fresh case, Weighs not the dust and injury of age;

The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose.

I've fallen, and I can't get up.

If it draws blood, it's hardware.

Know safety, no injury. No safety, know injury.

Unsafe acts will keep you in stitches.