Best 323 of Sickness quotes - MyQuotes
Hello invisible friend, goodbye health.
Our reverence for independence takes no account of the reality of what happens in life: sooner or later, independence will become impossible. Serious illness or infirmity will strike. It is as inevitable as sunset. And then a new question arises: If independence is what we live for, what do we do when it can no longer be sustained?
We live in truly unbelievable times. Autism is an epidemic in most western countries, western governments are nothing more than corrupt corporations, and corporations are routinely suppressing information regarding the toxicity of many common household items. The result is that many people are unnecessarily suffering from easily preventable developmental problems, sickness and cancer.
I am, I am not, I will be, I will not be are vein thoughts which is a sickness and once all are eliminated no desire arises.
Sickness is a benign rehearsal for death. With luck, some other understudy will go on in your stead before your final bow becomes inevitable.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.
Michael Bassey Johnson
There's poverty in wealth. If a man is wealthy without good health, is he not poor? If a man is wealthy without children, is he not poor? If a man is wealthy without God, is he not poor? If a man is wealthy without giving alms, is he not poor? If a man is wealthy without wisdom, is he not poor? Then there's a great lack in riches.
We were advised to drink plenty of fluids during our very high altitude summit work days to offset altitude sickness.
Mary Baker Eddy
To infinite, ever present Love, all is Love, and there is no error, no sin sickness, nor death.
On n'a rien compris à la maladie, tant qu'on n'a pas reconnu son étrange ressemblance avec la guerre et l'amour: ses compromis, ses feintes, ses exigences, ce bizarre et unique amalgame produit par le mélange d'un tempérament et un mal.
Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body. Climate change was the fever.
Not everyone who has killed themselves because they were HIV positive would have been killed by AIDS.
Once during a case of stomach flu, I needed to tell the doctor I’d been vomiting, but instead of shifting into the imperfect, I used the present je vomis (I’m vomiting), then stood up from his desk and mimicked a fake retch. The doctor in question pushed back from his seat thinking it was the real thing, only for me to fake retch again then say “dans le passé” (in the past), moving my arm as way to signal time past. He quickly wrote me a prescription and handed it to me at arm’s length.
Karen Thompson Walker
The biology majors among them would someday come to learn this fact: certain parasites can bend the behavior of their hosts to serve their own purposes. If viruses could do it, here is how it would look: seventeen people crowded into one small room, seventeen pairs of lungs breathing the same air, seventeen mouths drinking from the same two shot glasses, again and again, for hours.
You know that you are getting old when the people that you grew up with start dying.
Forget your troubles and dance! Forget your sorrows and dance! Forget your sickness and dance! Forget your weakness and dance!
Wat wel gek was: ze zeiden niks over de stank. Ik denk dat ze lief voor me wilden zijn. Ik dacht: dat klopt niet. En dus liet ik, halverwege Unstoppable, een scheet. Een chemoscheet. De hel brak los. Ze sprongen alle drie op en renden naar de keuken. 'Vergassing!' schreeuwde Bart. 'Ramen open!' schreeuwden Ward en Kevin kwam niet meer bij van het lachen.
Henri Frederic Amiel
To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.
Corporate governments have set the biological environmental exposure limits far too high regarding all forms of radiation exposures.
Without an adequate supply of micronutrients, not only are we less likely to sleep deeply, recover briskly from exercise, ward off sickness, and fully exploit our brainpower, we get hungry. And we stay hungry.
It is a moral achievement on the part of the doctor who ought not to let himself be repelled by sickness and corruption.
Knowing ignorance is strength; ignoring knowledge is sickness.
Death cures all.
Michael Bassey Johnson
When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
I was recently inside a hospital that had gone wireless and it was a forest of microwave antennas! It is sad that the medical profession is in the process of becoming expert on microwave radiation sickness due to willfully inducing it into their own staff!
High altitude astronomy is a strange world of oxygen starvation, sleep deprivation and radiation sickness.
Maybe...a person can experience an illness as a kind of health. Maybe not every disease is a deficit, a taking away. Maybe what's happening to her is an opening, a window, a migration.
In modern society, it is not enough to be an engineer, a doctor, a chemist, a biologist, or a physicist, you must be all of them to understand why human health is failing on such a massive scale.
Pray for the courage to cope, for understanding, and for acceptance of God’s plan. Pray for strength for the family and loved ones. Pray that the medical team will have the knowledge and compassion to do the best job that they can. Pray for peace and calmness and healing for the emotions, the spirit, and the body. Give thanks.
He took a deep breath that whispered into his lungs.
The most deformed AC voltage sine wave that I have seen in my career was at a high altitude astronomical observatory where I worked for almost three years. I eventually became so sick sitting next to the electrical room daily that I had no option but to leave.
I stopped snowboarding as I started to recognize symptoms that corresponded with radiation sickness when at high altitude ski resorts.
There is another explanation for why some people do not get healed. God has two different ways of helping us and showing His power. Either He can remove the physical sickness, or He can give us the strength to carry it in a new, free and joyful way. He can unite us to Christ and complete "what is lacking in Christ's afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the church" (Colossians 1:24).
Not every sickness is psychosomatic, but a weak psyche can indeed make a sickness worse.
The prime of my life was mired in strange physical and mental illness.
Prolonged altitude sickness generally leads to altitude diseases.
Your true love for God is demonstrated through your ability to hold onto your faithfulness in the midst of Prosperity and Poverty, Happiness and Hardships, Sickness and Success; in whatever is Appealing or Appalling!
I often tell people that I have radiation sickness to see how they react.
Eastern medicine is not about curing your sickness. It's about keeping you well.
Take the famous slogan on the atheist bus in London … “There’s probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.” … The word that offends against realism here is “enjoy.” I’m sorry—enjoy your life? Enjoy your life? I’m not making some kind of neo-puritan objection to enjoyment. Enjoyment is lovely. Enjoyment is great. The more enjoyment the better. But enjoyment is one emotion … Only sometimes, when you’re being lucky, will you stand in a relationship to what’s happening to you where you’ll gaze at it with warm, approving satisfaction. The rest of the time, you’ll be busy feeling hope, boredom, curiosity, anxiety, irritation, fear, joy, bewilderment, hate, tenderness, despair, relief, exhaustion … This really is a bizarre category error. But not necessarily an innocent one … The implication of the bus slogan is that enjoyment would be your natural state if you weren’t being “worried” by us believer … Take away the malignant threat of God-talk, and you would revert to continuous pleasure, under cloudless skies. What’s so wrong with this, apart from it being total bollocks? … Suppose, as the atheist bus goes by, that you are the fifty-something woman with the Tesco bags, trudging home to find out whether your dementing lover has smeared the walls of the flat with her own shit again. Yesterday when she did it, you hit her, and she mewled till her face was a mess of tears and mucus which you also had to clean up. The only thing that would ease the weight on your heart would be to tell the funniest, sharpest-tongued person you know about it: but that person no longer inhabits the creature who will meet you when you unlock the door. Respite care would help, but nothing will restore your sweetheart, your true love, your darling, your joy. Or suppose you’re that boy in the wheelchair, the one with the spasming corkscrew limbs and the funny-looking head. You’ve never been able to talk, but one of your hands has been enough under your control to tap out messages. Now the electrical storm in your nervous system is spreading there too, and your fingers tap more errors than readable words. Soon your narrow channel to the world will close altogether, and you’ll be left all alone in the hulk of your body. Research into the genetics of your disease may abolish it altogether in later generations, but it won’t rescue you. Or suppose you’re that skanky-looking woman in the doorway, the one with the rat’s nest of dreadlocks. Two days ago you skedaddled from rehab. The first couple of hits were great: your tolerance had gone right down, over two weeks of abstinence and square meals, and the rush of bliss was the way it used to be when you began. But now you’re back in the grind, and the news is trickling through you that you’ve fucked up big time. Always before you’ve had this story you tell yourself about getting clean, but now you see it isn’t true, now you know you haven’t the strength. Social services will be keeping your little boy. And in about half an hour you’ll be giving someone a blowjob for a fiver behind the bus station. Better drugs policy might help, but it won’t ease the need, and the shame over the need, and the need to wipe away the shame. So when the atheist bus comes by, and tells you that there’s probably no God so you should stop worrying and enjoy your life, the slogan is not just bitterly inappropriate in mood. What it means, if it’s true, is that anyone who isn’t enjoying themselves is entirely on their own. The three of you are, for instance; you’re all three locked in your unshareable situations, banged up for good in cells no other human being can enter. What the atheist bus says is: there’s no help coming … But let’s be clear about the emotional logic of the bus’s message. It amounts to a denial of hope or consolation, on any but the most chirpy, squeaky, bubble-gummy reading of the human situation. St Augustine called this kind of thing “cruel optimism” fifteen hundred years ago, and it’s still cruel.
Some of the biggest assaults on my health have been from car crashes.
God did not create you for sorrow and sickness
Utility smart/AMR/AMI meters, cell phones and wi-fi are problem for people who do not want to get cancer, electromagnetic radiation (EMR) sickness, or Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS) in the future.
When in sickness, look to the spine first.
Hello high altitude astronomy, goodbye health.
Steven Magee’s body behaves as if it is permanently above 10,000 feet and causes chronic daily altitude sickness, even though he lives in Tucson, Arizona, USA.
It's one thing to show your love for someone when everything is going fine and life is smooth. But when the 'in sickness and in health' part kicks in and sickness does enter your lives, you're tested. Your resilience is tested.
Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?
Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you; through those who endure sickness and trial.