Quotes About Fever

Daisy offered a mosquito which bit you and gave you yellow fever. 'You turn as yellow as a lemon and then you die,' she said.

An early remedy for malaria called for tossing the sufferer, Br'er Rabbit-style, into a prickly bush; in his hasty retreat, went the thinking, he might leave the fever behind. Orally-administered cobwebs were also deemed effective.

When he woke up in the darkness of his hot and stuffy room he felt, even before his mind began working again, that painful oppression or malaise of the soul left in us by some grief we have slept on. It seems as though the misfortune which merely grazed us the day before has worked its way during our sleep into our very flesh and is bruising and exhausting it like a fever.

My slight fall had extinguished the lantern, but I produced an electric pocket lamp and viewed the small horizontal tunnel which led away indefinitely in both directions. It was amply large enough for a man to wriggle through; and though no sane person would have tried at that time, I forgot danger, reason, and cleanliness in my single-minded fever to unearth the lurking fear.

It's like scarlet fever: one has to get it over." "Then one should invent a way of inoculating love, like vaccination.

The new-era doctrine - that good stocks (or blue chips) were sound investments regardless of how high the price paid for them - was at the bottom only a means of rationalizing under the title of investment the well-nigh universal capitulation to the gambling fever/

The old primitive passions, which civilization has denied, surge up all the stronger for repression. In a moment imagination and instinct travel back through the centuries, and the wild man of the woods emerges from the mental prison in which he has been confined. This is the deeper part of the psychology of the war fever.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

No, no son los pájaros. No es un pájaro el que expresa la turbia fiebre de la laguna, ni el ansia de asesinato que nos oprime cada momento, ni el metálico rumor de suicidio que nos anima cada madrugada.

Os livros ou, dizia o pai com sulcos de muito matutar na testa, os cabrões dos livros. O rapaz tinha contraído a febre de ler.

A corner draft fluttered the flameAnd the white fever of temptationUpswept its angel wings that castA cruciform shadow.

What's happening to our world? Imagine the year 2000 and our ozone layer has vanished... Our planet has a fever and she is burning up - what will you do?

I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.

Living in Virginia required suffering what residents called a "seasoning"—that is, "two or three small fits of a feaver and ague," as one settler wrote in 1687.20

If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.

beneath the caged flutter of hope fear blooms in the liver as a spear where memory burns its fever across the spoke of my body

Lawler discovered—and could not quite believe—that the CDC didn't plan to test any of the new arrivals unless they had a fever.

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

The question is important because if fever is a defense mechanism, then any effort to suppress or eliminate it may be counterproductive. Allowing a fever to run its course (within limits, needless to say) could be the wisest thing. An increase of only a degree or so in body temperature has been shown to slow the replication rate of viruses by a factor of two hundred—an astonishing increase in self-defense from only a very modest rise in warmth.

We men are all in a fever of excitement, except Harker, who is calm. His hands are cold as ice, and an hour ago I found him whetting the edge of the great Ghoorka knife which he now always carries with him. It will be a bad lookout for the Count if the edge of that Kukri ever touches his throat, driven by that stern, ice-cold hand!

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry. --from Withsun, written 14 February 1961

That being free. What would the dark Do without fevers to eat? What would the light Do without eyes to knife, what would he Do, do, do without me.

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout.