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Bone and gristle of his nose crunch. He raised
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.
Balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his
Yup, definitely lumpy.
very acutely conscious
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Words cannot explain the bruise that festers into a river that runs deep filled with pain n sorrows which only the visible can cure
Maria!
How can I fit a tender word into bulging ears?
There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.
Nobody notices, only you've known,
you're not sick, not crazy,
not angry, not sad
It's just this, you're injured.
That's good, James. Happy and tall beats the hell out of tired and bloated.
A rose trapped inside a fist.
Oh, i feel my eyes are swollen. It's like either sobbing all night or someone punch me in the eyes.
You don't look injured to me. What am I supposed to think? Have you been with them this whole time? My god, Brook. Where were you?
hurt inside her hardened. She
A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
Mr Warty's face swelled up like a puffer fish - all his whiskers standing straight out like poison spikes.
It all went a bit grape-shaped.
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
The bruises are vivid, but they will fade.
We rarely grow when we're happy, we grow when we hurt.
Her bosom filled the jacket like a pair of boxing gloves stuck inside it.
You'd break your heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull when the mind swells.
he could see it swelling slightly, rounded out by the huge cock and the flood of come inside him.
I held my arm out in front of me and twisted it back and forth. Palm up. Palm down. Now you look fractured. Now you look whole.
Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not happy in your? Twang. It snapped.
Blotches of blood looked more like a soupspoon than an R. Several people told him angrily to be quiet.
out. May propped the
Blowed if I ain't all in a muck sweat,' said the Giant, puffing like the largest railway engine. 'Comes of being out of condition. I suppose neither of you young Ladies has such a thing as a pocket-hankerchee about you?
In kindegarten, he had learned how to make a bruise stop hurting: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. the first times it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache.
Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
Pains demand to be felt.
What happens when emotion is too big, when it fills the chest and the veins and the limbs? I imagine sunshine filling me until I shatter - leaving starburst-coated girl shrapnel strewn across this bed.
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
Sorry, maybe this is the head injury talking, but ... what?
Is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.
No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.
Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. 'Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!
My knee, my injury, my questions.
I'm jus' pain covered with skin.
Prick us we bleed, prick him he pops.
Bruises that are ugly
And painful
And more than skin deep
That's the bruise the ice in the heart was meant to ice.
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Everything - and I mean everything - fucking hurts. I feel as if I've been trampled. By elephants. Carrying wrestlers. Overweight wrestlers.
proportioned. While
could put no weight on the wounded ankle at
Every man who takes office in Washington either grows or swells, and when I give a man an office, I watch him carefully to see whether he is growing or swelling.
That's the bruise in the heart the ice in the heart was meant to ice.
Requite injury with kindness.
She felt a lump form in her throat, and she swallowed hard. She wouldn't have this-the swollen ankles and pink cheeks and the feel of that glorious, curving belly under the palm of her hand-but she could still be a mother. That was the important thing.
The bruised Savior - is the healing of bruised hearts.
It's shrinkage! Hasn't she heard of shrinkage? -George Costanza, Seinfeld
Bruised but not broken, Dr Robinet told me before I left. I though the was talking about my spirit, but he'd been referring to my ribs.
Your hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.
You can hold a knife to that black eye, as you run along. It'll keep the swelling down.
Y'did some backcountry doctoring. Right brave, that was. But her thigh looks bad, and we're a day out of Salvation.
Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.
I still looked the same - I had a swollen jaw.
...this rubbed like a small pebble in a boot. At first it seems like nothing but a nuisance, but eventually it hobbles you.
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I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
You deepen the injury. It is sufficient already.
Remember, there's an inverse relationship between your head and your heart. If your head swells, your heart shrinks. Tucker,
What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.
And I'd have you know, through all of it, I still had perfect nails! Because I am completely swell.
I had a lump in my throat the size of a bundt cake pan.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
His throat bulges queerly, as men's throats do: as if inviting the blow that will crush it.
I scowled listening to my back cracking and popping.
Either i was getting old, Wade had fucked me out of alignment, or the stress of the past week had taken more of a toll than I had previously allowed myself to imagine.
Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.
Milk is very nice, especially with a drop of brandy in it, but the domestic cow is only too glad to be rid of it. A swollen udder is very uncomfortable
He was verbally poking a bruise.
testosterone flowing out of him like a leaking drum on a construction site.
Don't ever let anybody know you're injured.
I could tell you all the medical terminology,' She says. 'But what finally happened is his heart got to big for his body'
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
A slightly uncommon condition of the some-long-word. Nothing at all serious, but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment.
We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.
Your obvious need for attention and melodramatic acting sort of trumped my disfigurement.
Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
My heart's been on my sleeve all day, and it's pretty bruised up right now.
An individual, thinking himself injured, makes more noise than a State.
I'm not feeling very well - I need a doctor immediately. Ring the nearest golf course.
The thick plottens.
There are times when one's vitality is too high to be clouded, too elastic to stay down.
It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.
It had expanded in a nice, welcoming way, becoming ever rounder and softer without losing its essential shapeliness
Billy was walking up the hall, buckling his belt. His tanned face was now sallow and wet with sweat. He says there's a bulge in my aorta. Like a bubble in a car tire. Only car tires don't yell when you poke em.
The exhibition of real strength is never grotesque. Distortion is the agony of weakness. It is the dislocated mind whose movements are spasmodic.
If your in pain,Pain-- Gayle Forman
And suddenly his cock was out, jutting upward from his breeches like a fat pink mast.
Appeared fierce, but Oscar decided this was due more to the fact that his face was still cut and swollen from
Her eyes felt swollen, and she knew she looked a mess, but sometimes ... sometimes the emotions were just too big to hold.
Disturbing crunch as
Skin is punctured for access
Sweet, warm, filling blood
Hall nestled, stretched out like a sleeping beast.
You must hurt, or be hurt.
My gast was pretty well flabbered.