Fatal Wound Quotes

My body was torn apart by an enemy hand grenade... upon arriving at Camp Bastion, I was labeled P.E.A. - patient expired on arrival. I flat-lined at Walter Reed.

It hurts, it hurts... Im dying, I'm dying.

Death laid its eggs in the wound

What's the best angle to cut someone's throat? Well, usually from behind. That's usually how it works.

Then I heard another shot which hit him right in the head, over here, and his head practically opened up and a lot of blood and many more things came out.

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.

An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,'Twas the 'Vengeance of the Little Yellow God'.

Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.

Almost any shark, three or four feet long, could kill a human being if it chose to do it. It could make you bleed to death. But they don't.

The mechanism falls like thunder. Blood spurts. The man is no more.

No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

Which side of the blade is sharper? The lie or the truth? It all seems irrelevant when your jugular is sliced open and you’re lying in a pool of blood for the whole world to see.