Quotes About Injury

I've completed the first part of my preparations without injury problems. My speed is good and I'm doing lots of volume for strength.

Has anyone got any bandages? I've just split my sides laughing.

What have they done to your poor arm?' - Holly 'Oh, don't worry, it's just a graze.' - Lucy 'I'm talking about the bandages. That's simply the most incompetent bit of first aid I've ever seen. Lockwood, George - how much dressing did you use?

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

You want to put a band-aid on something that needs stitches.

Brightpaw's eye opened and she fixed a cloudy gaze on Fireheart. "What happened?" he repeated. "What did this?" A thin wailing came from Brightpaw, which gradually formed into words. Fireheart stared at her in horror as he made out what she was trying to say. "Pack, pack," she whispered. "Kill, kill.

Clovertail blocked the entrance and wouldn't let any of them in," Petal added. Firestar rested his tail on Clovertail's shoulder. "Well done." The she-cat rose painfully to her paws, revealing the marks of rat bites on her chest and shoulders. "You should go see Echosong," Petalnose told her. "I can look after the kits.

He's been bitten," he told Alderheart, adding with a sniff, "by a squirrel.

Rippleclaw dipped his head. "Should I carry Hailstar back to camp?" Crookedjaw shook his head. "I will." Brambleberry raised one paw to stop him. "You can't. You're hurt." "It's only a few nips." Crookedjaw was too numb to feel anything. He crouched down while Rippleclaw and Owlfur dragged the RiverClan leader onto his back, then forced his legs to straighten to begin Hailstar's final journey home. Crookedjaw

Sh-she's broken a hind leg

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world.

Many days had passed since the stoats had attacked the WindClan camp. Most of the injured cats had recovered, though Crowfeather still felt a twinge of pain when he put his weight on his wounded hind leg. Leafpool and Mothwing had returned to their own Clans and now sat close to the Great Oak with their fellow medicine cats.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

It was hard to believe that the injured she-cat had recovered from a bout of greencough that had killed Toadstep, Icecloud, and Hazeltail.

I knew it really," she mewed. "It's just that sometimes I dream about being in the forest, hunting with Brackenpaw, and then I wake up and the pain in my leg reminds me I'll never hunt again. It feels too much to bear. I have to pretend that maybe, one day, I'll be able to hunt.

Boulder stretched out one forepaw. "I've got a thorn in it," he announced cheerfully.

Are you okay?" Crowfeather asked. Breezepelt's throat was bleeding, but not too badly; it looked as if the stoat's fangs hadn't sunk in very deep. "Fine," Breezepelt replied. "You?" Crowfeather nodded. "Let's go and kill some stoats!" Breezepelt instantly leaped into the battle, but Crowfeather paused a moment to take in what was happening.

We didn't bother to handcuff him, which surprised Agent Reynolds. Kittredge told her it was Metropolitan Police policy to avoid handcuffing suspects unless physical restraint is necessary—thus avoiding the risk of chafing, positional asphyxiation, and injury sustained by falling over your own feet and smacking your face into the pavement.

Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris. It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured. Publius Cornelius Tacitus

Others began soliciting speech from him, where did you buy those awesome boots, is that a hickey or a bruise, do you still practice martial arts?

The ultimate aim of government is not to rule, or restrain, by fear, nor to exact obedience, but contrariwise, to free every man from fear, that he may live in all possible security; in other words, to strengthen his natural right to exist and work without injury to himself or others.

'Tis more noble to forgive, and more manly to despise, than to revenge an Injury.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Doing an Injury puts you below your Enemy; Revenging one makes you but even with him; Forgiving it sets you above him.