Quotes About Hospital

The first five to six years of my life were spent in and out of the hospital.

While doing visits to hospitals, I have prayed over children with life threatening illnesses and continue to bring Jesus to every stage I walk on.

As soon as you move through the hospital doors you've removed yourself from real life. From the world we know. It's an alien world. Just enter those gates and you are in alien territory.

A Ricky, que había adquirido una saludable falta de respeto por la religión en su ejercicio profesional, le gustó bastante la yuxtaposición del hospital para veteranos del ejército y las por lo menos seis iglesias distintas: era como si la dura realidad de los abandonados, representada por el hospital, sirviera para equilibrar en cierta medida el optimismo que circulaba sin control en las iglesias.

Cerré los ojos al recordar. No estaba seguro de si estaba ocurriendo en el pasado o en el presente, en el hospital o en mi apartamento. Lo estaba evocando todo, esa noche y aquella noche, que eran la misma.

You can tell the staff footsteps from the patients'. The staff sound like they're going somewhere.

At the hospital, an unfamiliar doctor told them that Vivi hadn't made it. She didn't make it was too gentle a phrase because it sounded like Vivi hadn't made it this time but could maybe try again.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

They were also the person who kept the ox-sector Emergency Department of the largest hospital in the galaxy purring like an only slightly dyspeptic cat.

Concern with labor's length began in hospital, where a prompt turnover of beds was of practical and financial concern. Next came practitioner impatience: doctors with overbusy schedules or better things to do than wait around for women to give birth wanted to define how long was too long.

It would be almost a moon, however, before he could leave the hospital—his attack of appendicitis had been a severe one. Young

Silly little plastic belt, made for a skinny pinny; it could barely tie around her. She managed, though - a tiny white bow. Waiting, she folded her hands and realized how every single time she went by this hospital, the same two thoughts occurred to her: that she'd been born here and that her father's body had been brought here after his suicide. She'd been through some things, but never mind. She straightened her back. Other people had been through things, too.

I never wrote him. I never saw him again. He was just gone, this dear, dear man, this friend of my soul in the hospital so long ago, disappeared. This is a New York story too.

My mother told me in the hospital that day that I was not like my brother and sister: "Look at your life right now. You just went ahead and…did it." Perhaps she meant that I was already ruthless.

I was taken to Elmhurst Hospital in a motorcade. It looked to me like a million police cars buzzing around the vehicle in which i, a woman in labor, was riding. And they all followed. Into Elmhurst Hospital and up to the delivery room. They surrounded the hospital.

Another pig comes in. A Black pig. In uniform. He comes closer and i see that he is not a cop but a hospital security guard. He stands not too far from where i am lying and i can see he is not at all hostile. His face breaks into a kind of reserved smile and, very discreetly, he clenches his fist and gives me the power sign. That man will never know how much better he made me feel at that moment.

I see rejection in my skin, worry in my cancers, bitterness and hate in my aching joints. I failed to take care of my mind, and so my body now goes to hospital.

Going to hospital is rather like going to an alien planet.

I'm pretty cautious and not very athletic, so I've only had really dumb injuries, like sprained ankles and allergic reactions. I did have to go to the hospital after slicing my finger while trying to cut a Kaiser roll in half.

I loved 'Grey's Anatomy.'

I have been given such a wonderful opportunity, and I want to share that with people. If I can share that with kids in hospital, then that seems like the right thing to do.

My biggest nightmare is I'm driving home and get sick and go to hospital. I say: 'Please help me.' And the people say: 'Hey, you look like...' And I'm dying while they're wondering whether I'm Barbra Streisand.

If you ever get injured or have an asthma attack, the last words you get out are, 'Sammy Davis suite, please.' That's, like, three rooms on the eighth floor of Cedars-Sinai.

I wanted to be a doctor. I was pre-med at school, and I actually even took the MCAT. My ultimate decision was that I didn't love the work environment in a hospital.