For Commander Ripley Jones, it was becoming more and more troublesome. It had been said that nothing is infallible, Antares apparently being the proof. After hastily recalling all crew and leaving Space dock 7 thirty hours ago, there had been nothing but problems. Breakdowns in the sensors and telemetry, system failures of a wide variety and finally – the Last Straw: a coupling seal in the star drive engine failed. Fortunately the cut-out worked, or the whole of engineering would’ve disappeared in a flaming ball of anti-matter. Five crewmen were seriously injured as it was. Commander Smith, the Chief Edtech, had the offending unit stripped down and under repair. They were currently on conversion drive - which could only propel them at sub-light speeds – and Ripley was currently in an elevator with a very pissed Captain Falconer.

— Christina Engela

Healing restores to wholeness that which has been injured or fragmented.

— Sharon Weil

I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

— Sanhita Baruah

I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though I were about to come down with something I did not quite come down with. It seemed to me that for the first time in my life I had been in love, and had lost, because of the grudgingness of my heart, the possibility of having what, too late, I now thought I wanted. What was it that all my life I had so carefully guarded myself against? What was it that I had felt so threatened me? My suffering, which seemed to me to be a strict consequence of having guarded myself so long, appeared to me as a kind of punishment, and this moment, which I was now enduring, as something which had been delayed for half a lifetime. I was experiencing, apparently, an obscure crisis of some kind. My world acquired a tendency to crumble as easily as a soda cracker. I found myself horribly susceptible to small animals, ribbons in the hair of little girls, songs played late at night over lonely radios. It became particularly dangerous for me to go near movies in which crippled girls were healed by the unselfish love of impoverished bellhops. I had become excessively tender to all the more obvious evidences of the frailness of existence; I was capable of dissolving at the least kind word, and self-pity, in inexhaustible doses, lay close to my outraged surface. I moved painfully, an ambulatory case, mysteriously injured.

— Alfred Hayes

Injured Soul Fainted EyesReturningfrom where? Weary feet Weak armsTreadingtoward where? Struggledin vain battlesFightingdelusive enemies Erred BYA deception The ancient deception

— Rixa White

I saw an injured black cat. God knows, who has crossed her path.

— Ljupka Cvetanova

I would control your life, every step you walk, and every word you say; there is no way you can run from an injured wolf.

— M.F. Moonzajer

Life is one wall which stay in front of you as much you push as stronger it gets. Sometimes you can pass it others not and in most cases from so many pushes you get injured badly and you die!

— Deyth Banger

Sometimes we represent our weakness as if it were bad. We don’t think it’s okay to be weak… We have been injured in many ways and our real self houses all the evidence of those injuries. The pain, the brokenness and the emotional underdevelopment we all possess is part of who we really are.

— Henry Cloud

The Motto of Champions: If you are hurt, you can suck it up and press on. If injured, you can rebound and return bigger and better...and continue to inspire!

— T.F. Hodge