Quotes from Erich Segal

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?

He had spent most of his lifetime studying the art of medicine and realized now that he would never really understand its mysteries. For medicine is an eternal quest for reasons - causes that explain effects. Science cannot comprehend a miracle.

Deep down I'm still afraid, but at least I can deal with it.

I began to think about God. I mean, the notion of a Supreme Being existing somewhere began to creep into my private thoughts. Not because I wanted to strike Him on the face, to punch Him out for what He was about to do to me - to Jenny, that is. No, the kind of religious thoughts I had were just the opposite. Like, when I woke up in the morning and Jenny was there. Still there. I'm sorry, embarrassed even, but I hoped there was a God I could say thank you to.

I urge you to engrave this on the template of your memories: there are thousands of diseases in this world, but Medical Science only has an empirical cure for twenty-six of them. The rest is … guesswork.

Fue entonces cuando la terrorífica verdad empezó a imponèrseme -¡Jenny, estamos legalmente casados! -Si, ahora ya puedo comportarme como una perra

Voljeti ne zna?i vje?ito ponavljati da ti je žao

I didn't know you were re­lated to Se­wall Boat House too,' she said. 'Yeah. I come from a long line of wood and stone.

Living better is the best revenge

They jogged along for another half mile, their increasingly laboured breaths punctuated by Bernie's gasps of great and fantastic whenever Davey showed his style. Good workout, Bernie said when they reached the finish line and began to walk. You should run during the year too, Beckwith. I mean, how the hell do you stay so thin? You don't even play squash. I worry a lot, said Bob and kept walking.

a real physician almost never seeks another doctor's help. For they all are painfully aware of just how little anybody understands about curing the sick.

namque...solebatis meas esse aliquid putare nuqas

Pe aceia pe care Dumnezeu i-a unit nici o soacra sa nu-i desparta!

But Anya, you're not any girl, you are someone very special. You have a gift of happiness that's almost magical. To Anya the gentle fluttering of new life within reminded her that Adam had not only been there in Stockholm but would remain with her forever. It is completely possible. Idiopathic reversals of ovarian failure are well documented in the literature.

Min­nie Four-Eyes.

He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth

I mean, imagine for a second Olivero Barretto, some nice Italian kid from down the block in Cranston, Rhode Island. He comes to see Mr. Cavilleri, a wage-earning pastry chef of that city, and says, I would like to marry your only daughter, Jennifer. What would the old man's first question be? (He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth). No, Mr. Cavilleri would say something like, Barretto, how are you going to support her?

Desi este stiintific recunoscut faptul ca este imposibil pentru o fiinta umana sa traiasca fara somn si aiba mintea clara, totusi, studentii la medicina, ingroziti ignorau in mod patologic acest fapt. Cofeina ii ajuta, desigur, si multi masurau noaptea cu ajutorul numarului cestilor de cafea

un adevarat medic aproape niciodata nu cere ajutorul altui medic. Pentru ca sunt dureros de constienti de cat de putin stie cineva sa vindece bolnavii.

A trecut de 21 de ani, Rosie. O sa fie doctor. Lasa-l sa-si foloseasca stetoscopul sa-si asculte propria inima.

Although champagne was served, the mood was curiously subdued. After this reunion, they would probably never meet together as a class again—at least not in such numbers. They would spend the next decades reading obituaries of the men who had started out in 1954 as rivals and today were leaving Harvard as brothers. This was the beginning of the end. They had met once more and just had time enough to learn that they liked one another. And to say goodbye.

I'm still in shape. I jog along the Charles each evening. If I go five miles, I get to glimpse the lights of Harvard just across the river. And see all the places I had walked when I was happy. I run back in the darkness, reminiscing just to pass the time. Sometimes I ask myself what I would be if Jenny were alive. And I answer: I would be alive.

It scarcely made a column of newspaper space, but it wrote headlines in their lives.