Quotes About Sickness

Sickness is the vengeance of nature for the violation of her laws.

How's his appendix?" "Like crap. They almost didn't catch it in time, and he's still doing the ass-plant in a hospital bed, being doted on by an army of hot nurses. Makes me sick." "Maybeyou should rupture something." "Any more of these stories out of you and I just might.

It seemed to me that transhumanism was an expression of the profound human longing to transcend the confusion and desire and impotence and sickness of the body, cowering in the darkening shadow of its own decay. This longing had historically been the domain of religion, and was now the increasingly fertile terrain of technology.

A little starvation can really do more for the average sick man than can the best medicines and the best doctors.

God is glorified through healing and deliverance, not through sickness and suffering.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

A Jewish woman had 2 chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well.

They consider sickness as a curse of nature and not as a blessing from God. Seeing it only in that light, they find no redeeming value in it - only grief and distress. But those who consider sickness as coming from the hand of God see it as part of His mercy. They see it as the means that He employs for their salvation. Consequently they experience great sweetness and consolation in it.

So blind are we: with our bodily sickness and need we run to God; with the soul's sickness we run from Him, and are unwilling to come back before we are well, exactly as if there could be one God who could help the body, and another God who could help the soul; or as if we would help ourselves in spiritual need, although it really is greater than the bodily need. Such plan and counsel is of the devil.

He healeth those that are broken in heart: and giveth medicine to heal their sickness. 147:1 Prayer Book , 1662

There are some who come willingly," I said, as if I had not heard him, "not out of love, but out of sickness and sadness and a lack of understanding. He wanted none of them. And so he waited without waiting, and dreamed of what he could not imagine, and performed his terrible work and lived only in the moments out of which eternity is spun, knowing it was hopeless.

Being male forms, since they have not originated from the sickness, which is femaleness,36 but from one who has already left the sickness behind, possess the name "church." For

Love has nothing to do with it. It's commitment and toughness when your world shatters around you. It's losing babies and jobs and hope. It's sickness and pain, and disillusionment and broken dreams.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Love is a medicine for the sickness of the world; a prescription often given, too rarely taken.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

For a sickness, love is the healthiest

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, Hey ho.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty- Which draws us together.

She disapproved, but part of her seemed secretly to sympathize with the sickness. It was like she thought everybody had it, and the best you could do was to cover it up, and sometimes it would just come boiling out anyway. Then you had to point at it and condemn it, even though you knew you had it too.

My god! people say. You have so much self-control! And later: My god. You're so, so sick. When people say this, they turn their heads, you've won your little game. You have proven your thesis that no-body-loves-me-every-body-hates-me, guess-I'll-just-eat-worms. You get to sink back into your hospital bed, shrieking with righteous indignation. See? you get to say. I knew you'd give up on me. I knew you'd leave.