Andy Biersack Quotes

I bled a lot. I got hit across the face. We couldn't film for seven days. I got hit, whacked, underwater, across the face. I finished the shot, got into the boat and blood started coming out.

When I was seven, I broke my leg playing soccer. Just to feel something.

I was shot down by a fifth ball, which struck me squarely in the face, and passed out.

I've had my face sliced open one day. Stunt man went one way, and I went the same way and had a few stitches.

I still haven't found the humor in getting hit by a cement truck. My knees still hurt when I think about it, so no jokes about that yet.

One of the first things I did on arriving at school was to break my left arm falling into a bomb crater.

I broke my leg is all I did. I didn't break my brain.

When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.

When you're out there doing things, your adrenaline is rushing so much. But getting kicked in the face is never fun. There have been a lot of different painful things, but when you're kicked in the face or kneed in the face, it's not the most pleasant thing.

It's not fun to get punched in the face. It's hard, and there's no glory in it.

Guys are going to get dinged and banged up.

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.

I think he got an incidental elbow in the face, messed up his pretty red lips a little bit. But other than that he'll be fine.

He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack. "Ow," moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. "My greatest asset.

I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it.

Now, it it well known that one cannot step on a tack without saying something about it.

That really was NOT fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? NOT fun.

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

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud.

I still looked the same - I had a swollen jaw.

I’m so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara) Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I’m all right. (Syn)

I was just fighting dwarves then hit my knee really hard.

When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.

Don't worry. It's just a flesh wound.