I said that the oceans were sick but they're not going to die. There is no death possible in the oceans — there will always be life — but they're getting sicker every year.
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Quotes tagged ‘sickness’
It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.
Those diseases which medicines do not cure, iron cures; those which iron cannot cure, fire cures; and those which fire cannot cure, are to be reckoned wholly incurable.
Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
You’re not sick you’re just in love.
Writing is a sickness only cured by writing.
Don't stay preoccupied with your body or your illness. Recognize that your body is not your total self, only part of it.
I love you… It means we take care of each other… It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.
Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees i…
Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank…
The question is frequently asked: Why does a man become a drug addict? The answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. You don’t wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. It takes at least three months’ shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. And you don’t really k…
I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end…
In theory, having sex every single day would make you fertile, live longer, never get sick, and have the brain of noted genius Beyoncé. Basically, sex makes you a superhero.
You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you’ll win, no matter what the outcome.
The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.
That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.
The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.
I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me, and then I just started muttering stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid over and over again until the so…
My dad understood my cancer the way I did: in the vague and incomplete way people understand electrical circuits and ocean tides.