668 Quotes About Illness

Zu sagen oder zu denken: „Ich bin Staat“ oder „Wir sind Staat“, gleicht einer Vorstellung, ein Irrenhaus zu sein, wenn man in Wirklichkeit sein Direktor oder Insasse ist.

I wake up choking, and my wife"rolls me over on my left side;"then I'm asleep in the dream I always see:"the tunnel choked"the dark wall coughing dust.

The boy worked there about eighteen months,came home one evening with a shortness of breath.He said, "Mother, I cannot get my breath."Shirley was sick about three months.I would carry him from his bed to the table,from his bed to the porch. in my arms.

Between us, love the buses at the doorthe long glass street two years, my death to yoursmy death upon your lipsmy face becoming glassstrong challenged time making me win immortalthe love a mirror of our valleyour street our river a deadly glass to hold.Now they are feeding me in to a steel mill furnaceO love the stream of glass a stream of living fire.

In a world where everything could be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, it was too incredible to think that this could not.

The trouble with me is that too much of my blood was bad. The doctors couldn't bleed it out of me; whatever it was.

You didn't ask to be sick. She had said in sympathy and pity. I ignored the pity and embraced the sympathy. What else could I do?

This business of dying wasn't as simple as surrender to the great light. It was real and dirty and untidy.

Far sooner than your mind, your body knows how privileged it is to be here. It is also aware of the presence of death. There is a wisdom in your physical, bodily presence that is luminous and profound. Frequently the illnesses that come to us result from our self-neglect and our failure to listen to the voice of the body.