Quotes About Health

Like all dancers, so much of her body fat had been converted to muscle that she needed to eat regularly.

The ageing process,' said Bryant, pausing at the top of the stairs. 'It's killing me. Hang on a minute, I have to get my breath back. You know the things I hate most about getting old? Kneeling down and wondering if I'll ever get back up again. Never leaving the house without having to pee first. Old people tell me about their illnesses and assume I care. Your lungs turn into deflated balloons, your feet hurt all the time. Look at me—I look like a bald bat.

So far, I have decided to take whatever my disease can throw at me, and to stay combative even while taking the measure of my inevitable decline. I repeat, this is no more than what a healthy person has to do in slower motion. It is our common fate. In either case, though, one can dispense with facile maxims that don't live up to their apparent billing.

You've heard it all right. People don't have cancer: They are reported to be battling cancer.

but now that I view the scene in retrospect I see it as a very gentle and firm deportation, taking me from the country of the well across the stark frontier that marks off the land of malady.

Those who say that I am being punished are saying that god can't think of anything more vengeful than cancer for a heavy smoker.

When the book was published, I had just turned sixty-one. I am writing this at a moment when, according to my doctors, I cannot be certain of celebrating another birthday.

Nose-hairs gone: runny nostrils. Constipation and diarrhea alternating

If you want to take part in the "war" against cancer, and other terrible maladies, too, then join the battle against their lethal stupidity.

religion continues to pose an urgent threat to public health.

AND you lose weight but cancer isn't interested in eating your flab. It wants your muscle.

This is made additionally problematic by the tendency of modern medicine to fall back on the use of euphemistic

It should bear its own health warning: so sugary that you may need an insulin shot to withstand it.

Semi-educated people join cults whose whole purpose is to dull the pain of thought, or take medications that claim to abolish anxiety.

To accept the spread of cervical cancer in the name of god is no different, morally or intellectually, from sacrificing these women on a stone alter and thanking the deity for giving us the sexual impulse and then condemning it.

Sometimes Arthur talked about his childhood. As a boy he was delicate and had never been sent to school. An only son, he lived alone with his widowed mother, whom me adored. Together they studied literature and art; together they visted Paris, Baden-Baden, Rome, moving always in the best society, from Schloss to château, from château to palace, gentle, charming, appreciative; in a state of perpeutal tender anxiety about each other's health.

The contemporary climate is therapeutic, not religious. People today hunger not for personal salvation, let alone for the restoration of an earlier golden age, but for the feeling, the momentary illusion, of personal well-being, health, and psychic security.

TAMBURLAINE. [to BAJAZETH] Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will make you surfeit. THERIDAMAS. So it would my lord, specially having so smal a walke, and so litle exercise.

A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health.

Sarcasm will make your tits fall off.

My skin cleared up! I don't have a single zit. -Tommy Ding, ding, ding, Jody onomatopeed, signaling that Tommy had hit on the correct answer.

I wouldn't go to yoga with you because I'm not bendy, not because I'm not spiritual.

I'm healthy as an ox. And you? To compare myself with a bovine would be both ridiculous and insulting, but I'm fit as ever, if that is what you are asking.

The average baby cries somewhere between one and five hours out of twenty-four