Quotes About Sickness

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage— My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers--goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being bummed alive all along your nerves.

because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr. Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

The sickness rolled through me in great waves

The lawn was white with doctors.

Children made me sick.

People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doc- toring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick and couldn't sleep.

apologized for smell of child's urine pot, which he held up, covered, said she'd been sick. Rooted

Some are rich, some are poor. Some are beautiful, some aren't. Some are brilliant, some aren't. But when we get sick - then everybody is equal. Everybody must have equal right to the best medical treatment we can provide. That is the basic rule of French health care. Surely, that's the basic rule of health care in every country. -pg 64

The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart. Our only health is the disease If we obey the dying nurse Whose constant care is not to please But remind of our, and Adam's curse, And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse. The whole earth is our hospital Endowed by the ruined millionaire

We're all of us ill in one way or another: We call it health when we find no symptom Of illness. Health is a relative term.

Sick nearly to senselessness, yet he derived a peculiar and intense comfort from Estemba's supporting arm, the grey-gold hair against his face, the aura of tenderness and protection.

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

Why can someone get so sick that the only way to get better is to make them more sick? It's like the world's longest exorcism. It doesn't make sense that I can chat with someone live on a tiny screen, that governments spend billions of dollars on war and mayhem, that actors make millions of dollars to just look pretty and skinny, yet no one can fucking fi gure out how to cure cancer without torturing people.

I never see the sick;" Yasmin says. "They visit me through the stains and marks they leave on the sheets, the alphabet of the sick and the dying … Sometimes the stains are rusty and old and sometimes the blood smells sharp as rain. You'd think, given the blood we see, that there's a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.

One night I was sick and I watched the old black and white 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' And it freaked me out.

I was sick a lot, and doctors told my grandmother I'd never grow up to be big and strong. Isn't that ironic?

I asked my dad what afflicted meant and he said 'Sickness son, and things that don't fit.

America has become a monster where the flaws, sickness, and inhumanity of Europe have reached frightening proportions.

Two centuries ago, a former European colony decided to catch up with Europe. It succeeded so well that the United States of America became a monster, in which the taints, the sickness and the inhumanity of Europe have grown to appalling dimensions

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

Enduring habits I hate.... Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.

Only sick music makes money these days.

A pox of unique human diseases--many of which cause an uncomfortable swelling--come upon you!