Quotes About Injury

For, although Georgie's pomposities and impudence in the little school were often almost unbearable, the teachers were fascinated by him. They did not like him—he was too arrogant for that—but he kept them in such a state of emotion that they thought more about him than they did about all of the other ten pupils. The emotion he kept them in was usually one resulting from injured self-respect

Germany's famed GSG9 counterterrorism unit and until a bullet injury to his leg

whereas malice was the beginning and end of Laurence Strange's character, the new manservant was a more natural blend of light and shade. He possessed a great deal of good sense and was as energetic in defending others from real injury as he was in revenging imaginary insults to himself.

You okay?" Rick asked, as he helped her into the back seat of Ripton's Mercedes and then went around the other side to join her. "I'm okay. I got shot again." "It was a graze. Again." "You're just jealous because you've only been roughed up a couple of times." She patted his thigh. "Someone will shoot you eventually. I'm sure of it." "Mm-hm. Probably you." "Probably.

A life of knowledge is not often a life of injury and crime.

So I bandaged the cut, packed up my Gillette blades and caught the eleven-thirty bus to Boston.

I felt nothing. Then I felt a small, deep thrill, and a bright seam of red welled up at the lip of the slash. The blood gathered darkly, like fruit, and rolled down my ankle into the cup of my black patent leather shoe.

At a mixer at the Art and Architecture School, I met Ray Connors. He had small, worried eyes and fine, babyish hair, already receding. His back was hurting him; two years ago he had fallen down an elevator shaft. He was graduating from the Architecture School in January. He went off to get me a glass of wine; by the time he came back, I had practically forgotten his existence.

Don't die on me, she whispered when the clock struck midnight and he still had not moved. It's only a little shoulder wound. Goddess, George-don't die on me. His eyes flickered open and he smiled. I didn't know you cared, he whispered. And why insult me? I won't die for a wee nick like this; I've had worse in my day. Alanna wiped her wet cheeks. Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket! she whispered. Of course I care.

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

The wonderful voice did not soothe her. It penetrated to every artery, pierced, injured her. She surrendered herself to the unfathomable pain of incorporeal things.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

The fire had scorched my leg as hairless as a high-priced whore's but there were no burns,

como siempre al acecho esperando algo, agazapado para dar uno de esos saltos absurdos de los que salimos todos lastimados.

Las amputaciones violentas son malas, después te duele el muñón toda la vida.

Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like, well, he'd jumped off the New Brunswick train bridge.

I fell and broke my pelvic bone in three places. So, I'm still sort of an invalid now.

I was quite fearless as a kid. But I've had to realize I'm not invincible. That's what breaking your back does. It makes you grow up and reassess life.

We are a rugby family really. My dad and both granddads played rugby. Dad was good, on his way to Bath until he broke his leg. My brother Harry got an invitation to go and play for Bristol. I go and watch Sale Sharks and have been to Twickenham a few times.

In the beginning, in school, I used to bowl medium-pace. Later, dad said that medium pacers need a proper body, and it also involves more risks of injury.

I actually have my first iPhone deformity because it sits on my pinky, and now my bone actually dips in where my cellphone sits.

I don't want a broken jaw again.

You don't know what a broken jaw feels like until it happens.

If you lost a major actor because of a broken jaw, the project collapses.