When you're dead, you don't breathe, you don't see, you don't feel, you don't love.
At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.
The state should, I think, be called 'anesthesia.' This signifies insensibility.
He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left him. He no longer felt anything, though very faintly he could hear the impact of the club upon his body. But it was no longer his body, it seemed so far away.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
I can't feel my face. I mean I can touch it. But I can't feel it inside.
Being unconscious is the ultimate disability.
You don't feel a thing. There's just something missing. And once it gets hold of you, something more is missing every day. Soon there won't be anything left of us.
And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
Absent the edge, we drown in numbness.
With a spinal cord injury, which most people don't really know about... there are many, many complications that actually lead you through your life, and sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down.
She used to tell me that she couldn't feel the sunlight anymore, not even when she was standing in it, not even when it was hot on her cheeks
It's damage to a nerve. It pretty much shut down the whole lower part of my left leg. I wasn't able to step anymore. It's called foot drop - basically, you can't lift your foot.
You know that feeling when your leg falls asleep and you can't really feel it or move it? Well, that's what my legs feel like all the time, so being fluid and graceful has been difficult.
I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?
Like most people who smoked umpteen cigarettes a day, I tasted only the first one. The succeeding umpteen minus one were a compulsive ritual which had no greater savour than the fumes of burning money.
I haven't felt my toes on my foot on the right side for many years, and my fingers are numb all the time every day.
The worst thing for me is to not taste what I'm eating, to not know what I'm eating. It upsets me to no avail.
If you have two weeks of no feeling in your leg, you start to wonder, 'Will it ever return?'
It started off with flu-like symptoms and pain; then, I started feeling really funny. In two weeks, I was paralyzed from the waist down, and it spiraled down from there. Every ability I had was slowly slipping away.
I got what they called a diabetic stroke. Here's what it is, my left hand and my left leg. You know when your leg falls asleep? It's like that constantly. It's not painful, but it's so annoying. My leg is all tingly and my arm is all tingly.
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.
The nerves were so badly compressed that I had no feeling on the palm of my hand. I mean, you could have pounded a nail through my hand and I wouldn't have been able to feel it.
I can't tell what's going on with my feet. They don't say, 'Hey, I'm losing balance.' They give me almost zero feedback.
