Felipe Massa Quotes

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 was around eleven or twelve, my board got hung up on the top of a bowl, and I got a concussion, and I knocked my teeth out. That was the first time that I got seriously injured, and I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and my parents briefly doubted.

A drunk truck driver ran over me. I was in a Volkswagen. It was horrible. It sounds like a cliche, but anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I give a lot of credit to my dad, who was a very strong guy.

I've had more than 200 stitches taken in my head.

To step on a bomb, have your legs blown off and survive, is lucky. Everybody has a good-luck story. Mine was the fact that the senior medic was on patrol that day. Those who don't have a good-luck story are the ones who don't make it.

Once I fell out of a tree and was hit by a motorbike. I still have the scar on my head now.

I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.

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.

The scar on my forehead is from running through a plate-glass panel when I was 15. I had 27 stitches, which took two hours.

I spent a day in a neck brace on a hospital trolley after falling from a horse and cart in Ireland. All the nurses thought I was a traveler, which made me laugh. Who else comes into a hospital saying they've fallen off a horse and cart?

I was supposed to be on the Tonight Show but I broke my shoulder instead.

I've had two unlucky injuries that are the equivalent of walking under 1,000 ladders and seeing 1,000 black cats.

When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.

I know that I'm very lucky to be alive. For 35 or 40 years I've spilt my blood and broke my bones and spent years in hospitals.

I'm a fast healer. I was on the air a week after I got shot.

My situation should have been a lot worse. By rights I shouldn't have survived the crash.

In the brute physical world, and the one encompassed by medicine, there are all too many things that could kill you, don't kill you, and then leave you considerably weaker.

I was 21, and rehearsing a play, took a fall and was in a coma for a few days. And when I recovered, I'd lost my sense of smell completely.

The downside isn't really injury, fear of injury or the process of fighting back from injury. The downside, the very worst thing in the world, is surgery.

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

I've got cut half in two, once, and blowed up a time or two, but nothing permanent.

Another time I cracked two of the vertebrae in my back and broke a rib.

I’m going to be beaten and unless some change takes place, badly beaten.

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

I was stabbed when I was 17. It was touch and go, and my lung collapsed, and I was in hospital for five days. It is part of my back story.