Quotes About Recovery

Hurricane Katrina reiterated the need for [access to] medical records, ... ... But there's going to be a lot more needed than $4 million.

When I realized that my body had been damaged from adverse environmental exposures, I decided to use it for medical research and to develop the recovery techniques.

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

After making a mistake or suffering a misfortune, the man of genius always gets back on his feet.

They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear's uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

Comeback is a good word, man.

A man is not measured by how much he can take and stand but by how fast he regains once fallen.

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

Courage is not how a man stands or falls, but how he gets back up again

It is medicine, not scenery, for which a sick man must go searching.

Well, once I had recovered from childbirth - then she caught herself short, and smiled. What a ridiculous expression; I see now that I shall be recovering until the day I die.

She's in shock. Keep her head low and her legs high

Daniel got dressed. Much of his clothing had been blown up.

I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human.

If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away

I'm going to be here until I'm cured? Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed.

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.

I'm glad you came here and got the help you needed, Neil says, and he shakes my hand in that way that people do in here to remind themselves that you're the patient and they're the doctor/volunteer/ employee. They like you, and they genuinely want you to do better, but when they shake your hand you feel that distance, that slight disconnect because they know that you're still broken somewhere, that you might snap at any moment.

If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away.

So when I ran out of the final bottle of Zoloft, I didn't take any more. I didn't call Dr. Barney either. I just threw the bottle away and said Okay, if I ever feel bad again, I'll remember how good I felt that night on the Brooklyn Bridge. Pills were for wimps, and this was over; I was done; I was back to me.

After college, I went through my own shit and decided that all physical suffering in the world couldn't compare to mental anguish. And when I got myself, I decided to help other people.