Quotes About Sickness

It is never really the case that stress makes you sick, or even increases your risk of being sick. Stress increases your risk of getting diseases that make you sick, or if you have such a disease, stress increases the risk of your defenses being overwhelmed by the disease.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...

It was inconsiderate, she thought, how blandly people mentioned the future in the sick rooms. Phrases like next summer were always popping out; people made such assumptions about their own continuity.

I would prefer to be shot, myself, if I get that sick," Call said. "Once there's no avoiding death I see no point in lingering." Augustus smiled at the comment, and poured himself a little more whiskey. "We're all just lingering, Woodrow," he said. "None of us can avoid dying—though old Scull did the best job of it of any man I know, while that old bandit had him.

And yet death was not something you could ignore. It had its weight. It was a dead man lying upstairs, not a man who was sick. It seemed to her she had better not form the practice of ignoring death. If she tried it, death would find a way to answer back—it would take another of her loved ones, to remind her to respect it.

Too much sleep is bad for your health, Matilda. She slipped a freshly made ball of butter into a stone crock. It must be such a grippe, a sleeping sickness.

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

It is my assessment that most police officers who spend their days driving around USA cities will have some levelof radiation sickness and this is concerning!

I feel like a sickness and dystrophy is growing in people, like people are getting sicker, something about our society, something about our psychological structures. We're not whole.

When will you ever accept the true ugliness of health?

With mindfulness you can see the real owner of things. Do you think this is your world, your body? It is the world's world, the body's body. If you tell it, Don't get old, does the body listen? Does your stomach ask permission to get sick? We only rent this house; why not find out who really owns it?

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.

This idea that sickness was the result of tiny, nearly invisible creatures swarming in the blood would have seemed ridiculous but for the fact that Dr. Mouritz had once shown her, under a microscope, the pink, tube-shaped "bacteria" discovered to be the cause of leprosy by the Norwegian scientist Gerhard Hansen.

It is unscriptural to pray for the sick if one is not prepared also to cast out demons. Jesus did not separate one from the other.

This morning, at the custodial services meeting with doctor brown, where she informed the staff of Rusty's death, he'd felt sick. Not the usual, slow burning nausea of his life, but a deep, agonizing pain. As if everything were so twisted up inside and out, that there was no escape.

I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.

Hollywood... a city I was to come back to time and again, in sickness and in health, in success and in failure, with anticipation and with dread.

No man need curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

There is more in sickness than the name of that sickness. In the average person is the peculiar that has been scuttled, and in the peculiar the ordinary that has been sunk; people always fear what requires watching.

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

What's that old image about a sick person, when they're about to die, they turn their face to the wall? That's what ran through my head when I got over by the wall, of course. My mind isn't always so full of morbid notions, but even Mary Poppins would have had a grim thought or two if she'd had my last four days.

Poem to Be Read at 3:00 A.M. by Donald Justice Excepting the diner On the outskirts The town of Ladora at 3 A.M. Was dark but For my headlights And up in One second-story room A single light Where someone Was sick or Perhaps reading As I drove past At seventy Not thinking This poem Is for whoever Had the light on

Do not believe yourself healthy. Immortality is health; this life is a long sickness.