Joshua Slocum Quotes

I'm not accident prone, really, but I was cutting something and sort of lost control, and it went through my big toe. There was a lot of blood and I nearly fainted, but its totally fine now.

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.

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.

I've had both my eye sockets crushed, I've been set on fire, uh, that was not fun, I've torn a pec, torn biceps.

Getting hit is not cool.

Being a singer, I can easily break facial extremities, but breaking my nose in Luxembourg was extremely painful.

I don't like getting hit.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

I've been beaten, I've been bruised, I was left for dead as well.

I was hittin' him with body punches and I hurt him. Actually he was cryin' in there, makin' woman gestures like

I only won $250 all summer. And then I got crippled. I had a horse step on me while performing and it was messed up for a while.

The mention of one apartment in a building naturally introduces an enquiry or discourse concerning the others: and if we think ofa wound, we can scarcely forbear reflecting on the pain which follows it.

If you take a needle and stick her in the booty and take a needle and stick me in the booty, we're both going to say ouch.

Oh no, oh no... don't lift me, don't lift me.

I forgot how it feel like to have the top of my foot hurt so bad from kicking people on the face.

A man falls down a flight of stairs and somebody rushes over to him and asks, Did you miss a step? No, he answers, I hit every one of them!

My back is so scar-tissued that you couldn't find a place to slip a knife.

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.

It was the sheer variety of the pain that stopped me from crying out. It came from so many places, spoke so many languages, wore so many dazzling varieties of ethnic costume, that for a full fifteen seconds I could only hang my jaw in amazement.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.