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Drowning in a sea of logic
this monstrous state of palsy
Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.
What occurs after revelation and paralysis?
[Mouse is] with us. The dog is a handicap-assist animal."
The kid lifted his eyebrows.
"My mouth is partially paralyzed," I said. "It makes it hard for me to read. He's here to help me with the big words. Tell me if I'm supposed to push or pull on doors, that kind of thing.
I have been incapable of moving, even a finger or an eye, for at least a year now. I feel relatively certain about this timeframe because I have been watching the crepe myrtle outside the window of the room I am in...
Fear paralyses you - fear of flying, fear of the future, fear of leaving a rubbish marriage, fear of public speaking, or whatever it is.
There is nothing to be said for being crippled. You don't see the world better or clearer, nor do you develop some special set of skills by way of compensation.
In my dreams I am not crippled. In my dreams, I dance.
motionless, waiting
I get pretty impatient with people who are able-bodied but are somehow paralyzed for other reasons.
Facility to address the weakness in his left side. He cannot raise his left hand to his face, nor can he walk without a cane. Ten days after surgery, he is discharged and taken home. He is instructed to return to the rehab facility three times
One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.
My nervous system is very much weakened - nothing but painting in oil can keep me going.
[Sarah has had the middle finger of her left hand amputated] and she says that when she types:
I can't rely on E,D, and C anymore. They go missing when I need them most. Pleased becomes please. Ecstasies becomes stasis.
The only true disability is a crushed spirit
Numb. He felt everything. He couldn't feel anything.
In our story logic which we're making up, if we're saying he's alive, then like a quadriplegic who's in bed he can move his head and shoulders, but he can't move his arms. If he could just turn on that power to his legs and arms, the nerves could get through and he could walk.
Someone severed the link between my brain and my fingers.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
Required to be constantly recumbent I write slowly and with difficulty ... Weakened in body by infirmities and in mind by age, now far gone into my 83rd year, reading one newspaper only and forgetting immediately what I read.
He was numb from aching. And from fear.
Life-paralysis refers to all of the opportunities we miss because we're too afraid to put anything out in the world that could be imperfect.
As I have said, I am comparatively speaking calm, do not wish for anything, or expect anything, am resigned in fact to that kind of spiritual paralysis until the time comes when bodily paralysis carries me off, as it carried off my father.
All the scientists who are working on solving the problem of curing paralysis say that it won't do you any good if you don't keep your body in shape.
It was a kind of paralysis you would get from tendonitis and I would last about five to ten minutes into the set and it would set in and I really couldn't play.
Why, you're not crippled, you just have a little defect - hardly noticeable, even! When people have some slight disadvantage like that, they cultivate other things to make up for it - develop charm - and vivacity - and - charm!
I don't know what's wrong with me, My brain doesn't work anymore. I haven't any memory. I can't write. All I can do is sign my name. I tried to write the other day-it looked like I was writing in Braille.
she'd had to get good at being crippled.
Vice incapacitates a man from all public duty; it withers the powers of his under- standing, and makes his mind paralytic.
People used to say to my friend Mary, a quadriplegic, 'You still have your mind.' She would say, 'I still have my body.' The world tells me to divorce myself from my flesh, to live in my head ... I didn't want to be fleshless.
Disembodied limbs
crippled. He'd been better as soon as his hooves were trimmed.
He was stymied, unable to go forward, unable to go back.
I think any big success is paralyzing. I have observed it in others.
I can't really walk well. The muscles don't get the electronic signals from my brain, not that there's anything wrong with the muscles themselves. It's just my brain.
It is difficult to walk, talk, eat, exercise, make love, or drive an automobile while reading.
I've come to believe that the word 'disabled' is a misnomer. 'Disabled' implies that you are broken beyond use. No longer functional. I'm quite abled.
As any action or posture, long continued, will distort and disfigure the limbs, so the mind likewise is crippled and contracted by perpetual application to the same set of ideas.
Fifteen years ago, I suffered a stroke, which caused me to lose my speech. Now, what does an actor who can't talk do? Wait for silent pictures to come back? I work with a speech therapist twice a week.
Pain is Pain. Broken is Broken. FEAR is the Biggest Disability of all. And will PARALYZE you More Than Being in a Wheelchair.
What paralyzes life is lack of faith and lack of audacity. The difficulty lies not in solving problems but identifying them.
He had nerve damage: input could not penetrate. The world stalled out at his edges. Sometimes he had trouble speaking to other people, rummaging for language, and it seemed to him that an invisible layer divided him from the rest of the world, a membrane of emotional surface tension.
I have a form of Parkinson's disease, which I don't like. My legs don't move when my brain tells them to. It's very frustrating.
I can't type. Can't do it.
It is better to be handicapped in both arms and legs than to be crippled in the mind.
I'd paralyze anyone who wanted to hurt me.
He's blind, and nearly deaf in the bargain," Mrs. Martello said proudly. "And he's going in surgery just as soon as they get him all fixed up for it. He's got a malignancy.
Thinking brainlessly with their spinal cords.
I've crippled more people than polio.
Entangled between a dream and a coma.
The combination of fear and ignorance (two sides of the same coin) can be paralyzing.
Senses disabled by fear.
I have always been in a condition in which I cannot not write.
I woke with a terrible headache and wobbled around 'till I fell out the window."
"You what?"
"Fell out the window. That one over there." She [Edwina] gestured to the curtain behind her. "I broke my back. My spine is all wobbly now, but it doesn't hurt.
An unpopular apres-garde filmmaker (Watt) either suffers a temporal lobe seizure and becomes mute or else is the victim of everyone else's delusion that his (Watt's) temporal lobe seizure has left him mute.
If I ever saw an amputee getting hanged, I'd probably just start calling out letters.
My creative powers have been reduced to a restless indolence. I cannot be idle, yet I cannot seem to do anything either. I have no imagination, no more feeling for nature, and reading has become repugnant to me. When we are robbed of ourselves, we are robbed of everything.
In REM sleep the body is paralyzed, except for shallow breathing and eye movements.
Fear is a bigger disability than having no arms and no legs.
Want of will causes paralysis of every faculty. In spiritual things man is utterly unable because resolvedly unwilling.
What does disabled mean anyhow?
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,
Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;
A broken shoelace can strangle me.
And do not be paralyzed. It is better to move than to be unable to move, because you fear loss so much: loss of order, loss of security, loss of predictability.
Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Men who shrink from penetration of the female body are paralyzed by justifiable apprehension, since they are returning to our uncanny site of origin.
Unable and crippled I am
As I gaze into the vastness
The vastness that harbors your praise
And glories of the best of creation ...
If I tried to spell..
A drop of ink from your love
Ma quill would burn in shame
for your love match no words ... ya rasoolullah!
Can't be touched, Can't be stopped, Can't be moved, Can't be rocked, Can't be shook.
When disease took my legs, I eventually realized I didn't need them to lead a full, empowering life; Only True Disability Is in Our Mind.
No one can resist the idea of a crippled genius.
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
He who limps is still walking.
Sin makes us moral quadriplegics.
He was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back.
In her nervous system and she can't get up and her face is like an inch from the football-field
A paralyzed man who wants to walk OR an agile man who does not want to walk will both remain neutral in nature.
Without her, he was blind, deaf, and dumb.
How many 54-year-old quadriplegics are putting albums out? You just have to deal with what you got, try to sustain yourself as best you can, and look to the things that you can do.
She holds out her hands in entreaty. Join me, she whispers, but she's moving backward, getting fainter ... disappearing before my eyes ... vanishing ... she's gone. No! I shout. No! But I have no voice. I have nothing. I'm mute. Mute ... again.
You need to be flagrantly insouciant.
You care way too much.
And because of that you will be paralyzed for life and miss out on everything.
There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.
Anything that prevents you from taking an action or actions that might reasonably dispel legitimate anxieties. Fear is what paralyzes you.
Go get your gun because God won't show.
He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.
There is always a point in the writing of a piece when I sit in a room literally papered with false starts and cannot put one word after another and imagine that I have suffered a small stroke, leaving me apparently undamaged but actually aphasic.
Being seduced by a man on crutches was an interesting experience.
By the time I got to the hospital, I certainly realised that I had a problem because I couldn't write or print at that time, which lasted luckily only about four months. I'd gone numb here and on my tongue and the right foot a little bit.
He has lost his left arm, but I my right.
The great paralysis of our heart is unbelief.
TEMPORARY INSANITY.
Immobilization: A state, however mild or serious, in which you are not functioning at the level that you would like to. If feelings lead to such a state, you need to look no further for a reason to get rid of them.
The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking.
I remained motionless, like a ventriloquist's dummy whose ventriloquist has gone off to the local and left it sitting.
Many stroke survivors look back on their attack as a stroke of luck. Of course, by luck they mean horrible paralysis.
The worst part of going numb was that it took away everything but this, the smothering need to hurt, to break, to kill, pouring over him like a thick blanket of syrup until he panicked and brought the physical sensations back.
Judging yourself to be full of virtue paralyses. Judging yourself to be full of guilt also paralyses.
A lot of men are impotent and it's very sad. How many of you are impotent? I see. Can't get your arms up either?
I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.
My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
My legs are falling asleep," I blurted. It wasn't a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included.
"I could solve that." Patch's hands closed on my
hips.