213 Quotes About Hospital

El hospital era un mundo extraño, estático, donde los mínimos placeres eran casi siempre más atractivos al anticiparlos que una vez recibidos: un zumo de piña, el manjar blanco de los martes con salsa de fresas, una visita que traía unas flores cuyo olor dulzón y penetrante terminaba revolviendo un estómago delicado. Un mundo donde el olvido era un nirvana, donde nunca se permitía alimentar la esperanza de no tener dolor, sino solamente de tener menos.

Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.

With every step her carriage seemed to become a little straighter and her movements more assured: it was as though the mere proximity of the building had caused a brisk professional to emerge from the chrysalis of a careworn wife and mother.

Une nouvelle fois, c'est l'accueil d'un hôtel sept étoiles dans les locaux d'un Formule 1.

He hated hospitals, hated them. The stench of Domestos and death seemed to linger in his nostrils and on his clothes for weeks, as if to remind him of something bad. It was even rare to find a tasty nurse these days. Most of the ones he'd seen this afternoon had been as ugly as sin.

Right leg gone? Her right leg? She couldn’t see anything except the man hanging over and a gold-coloured ceiling, high, high above. “This is a hospital?” she asked.“No, no. A dating centre.

Mas ainda precisava de mais. Queria escrever. Pensava no impacto: eu tinha uma carreira boa pela frente que não podia destruir por um impulso, um desejo infundado. Queria escrever o que eu via, os diálogos, as impressões, mas poderia ser mal interpretado.

Os diálogos eram sempre muito iguais. Acho que na verdade todas as pessoas leem o laudo e procuram na internet. Mas realmente abrir a cabeça não parece uma boa ideia. Tenho a impressão de que existem coisas que não deveriam ser feitas.

Women and men in scrubs swept into the room and checked the monitors and the bags. They strode out, nodded at the quartet slumped in chairs against the wall, and scuffed down the hall. Nurses changed shifts, moved the life of the place along while patients and visitors waited frozen, locked into little boxes of concern and fear.The strange hours of the pre-dawn arrived, when the hospital hushed even as the business of sickness and death ground on.