Quotes About Illness

Siempre he estado enfermo [...] No puedo recordar el nombre de las enfermedades, pero recuerdo el dolor. Como alguien que ha perdido la casa y aún guarda la llave.

Illness took a terrible toll. "Had it not been for this horrid disorder," Dunmore wrote on June 26, "I should have had two thousand blacks; with whom I should have had no doubt of penetrating into the heart of this Colony.

You hear the word 'cancer,' it scares you. You think of death.

The No. 1 cause of bankruptcies is medical bills.

The cancer I had is not at all equal to other people's cancer. I've never had to have chemotherapy; I haven't had to have a mastectomy.

What I have is P.H. positive chronic myeloid leukemia, which is an aberration in your white blood cells.

We have to be very conscious of the fact that beneath every illness is a prohibition. A prohibition that comes from a superstition.

Ventilators can be reused but hospitals need a sufficient supply to treat critically ill patients while still allowing enough time for each ventilator to be refurbished between patients.

Everybody believes in psychiatry; it's supposed to be for our own good. Let psychiatry prove that anybody has an illness, and I'd concede, but there is no physical proof.

There is a serenity in illness that takes away all the need to do and makes just being enough.

Or as my friend, the criminal-defense investigator who knows insanity and violence intimately, put it, "When one begins to lose touch with reality, the ill brain latches obsessively and delusionally onto whatever it's immersed in—the surrounding culture's illness.

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When one begins to lose touch with reality, the ill brain latches obsessively and delusionally onto whatever it's immersed in—the surrounding culture's illness.

Then Miss Turner noticed Rosie was a bit hot and flushed. Probably only the start of a summer cold.

Although a good God regrets our suffering, his greatest concern is surely that each of us shall show patience, sympathy and generosity and, thereby, form a holy character. Some people badly need to be ill for their own sake, and some people badly need to be ill to provide important choices for others.

As the prisoners' commanding officer and senior medical officer, Dorrigo Evans reported to Major Nakamura that four men had died the day before, two overnight, and that this left eight hundred and thirty-eight POWs. Of this eight hundred and thirty-eight, sixty-seven had cholera and were in the cholera compound, and another one hundred and seventy-nine were in hospital with severe illness. A further one hundred and sixty-seven were too ill for any work other than light duties.

gluten has been implicated in mental illness since at least 1979

He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.

It seemed to us philosophically self-evident that suicide was every free person's right: a logical act when faced with illness or senility; a heroic one when faced with torture or the avoidable deaths of others; a glamourous one in the fury of dissappointed love (see: Great Literature).

At best you have one of those debilitating conditions which come in many forms, and which some people decline to admit actually exist.

now some were keeping themselves at bay, having reached the age when illness arrives. There were emails about prostate cancer, and back operations, and that little bit of heart trouble which maybe wasn't such good news. Vitamin pills and statins were consumed, while the World Service kept them company in their sleeplessness. And soon, no doubt, the funeral years would begin.

Judith, you sound horrible. What's the matter with your voice? Are you coming down with something? Judith shook her head. I'm all right. You sound like you swallowed a frog.

Dementia was an unforgiving illness, one that stole hope and crumbled pride.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.