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"Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You're frightened, and you're frightening, and you're "not at all like yourself but will be soon," but you know you won't." --
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illness
depression
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
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illness
death
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John Green |
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My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences.
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illness
words
silence
feminism
women
truth
speaking-out
differences
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Audre Lorde |
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The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
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chronic-illness
cures
illness
inspirational
cure
healing
recovery
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Joseph Conrad |
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Manic-depression distorts moods and thoughts, incites dreadful behaviors, destroys the basis of rational thought, and too often erodes the desire and will to live. It is an illness that is biological in its origins, yet one that feels psychological in the experience of it, an illness that is unique in conferring advantage and pleasure, yet one that brings in its wake almost unendurable suffering and, not infrequently, suicide.
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illness
manic-depresison
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.
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illness
reason
notes-from-the-underground
fyodor-dostoyevsky
disease
intellect
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Sometimes you have to get sicker before you can get better.
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illness
parenting-tip
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Jeannette Walls |
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A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.
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illness
love
kev
merripen
soulmates
win
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Lisa Kleypas |
78a228e
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Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with.
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illness
death
flick
henna
helplessness
sickness
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Tamora Pierce |
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Were she better, or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, 'The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselves.
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illness
stars
starcrossed
sickness
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John Green |
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"Qualities of a Good Nurse: Go," I said. "1. Doesn't pun on your disability," Isaac said. "2. Gets blood on the first try," I said. "Seriously, that is huge. I mean is this my freaking arm or a dartboard? 3. No condescending voice." "How are you doing, sweetie?" I asked, cloying. "I'm going to stick you with a needle now. There might be a little ouchie." "Is my wittle fuffywump sickywicky?" he answered. "Most of them are good, actually. I just want to get the hell out of this place."
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illness
lists
nurses
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John Green |
510fa92
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I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.
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illness
death-of-a-teenager
death-of-a-loved-one
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John Green |
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If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You'd see Jesus on the cross, and you'd see a dude getting stabbed in the neck, and you'd see people dying at sea and in battle and a parade of martyrs. But Not. One. Single. Cancer. Kid. Nobody biting it from the plague or smallpox or yellow fever or whatever, because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
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illness
cancer
cancer-kids
children-with-cancer
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John Green |
73c1e98
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"We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him. "So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back." --
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illness
run-for-there-life
humourous
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James Patterson |
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I'm tired of having to struggle for what seems to come easily to everyone else.
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struggle
illness
difficulty
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Mercedes Lackey |
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Pain will never leave us. Instead of putting energy into destroying pain, we need to put energy into creating pleasure.
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illness
pain
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Tom Hodgkinson |
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People get sick and sometimes they get better and sometimes they don't. And it doesn't matter if the sickness is cancer or if it's depression. Sometimes the drugs work and sometimes they don't. Sometimes the drugs work for a while and then they stop. Sometimes the alternative stuff works and sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes you wonder if no outside interference makes any difference at all; if an illness is like a storm, if it simply has to run its course and, at the end of it, depending on how robust you are, you will be alive. Or you will be dead.
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illness
philosophy
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Marian Keyes |
08884ec
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You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop.
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illness
marriage
strength
happiness
love
safety
sickness
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Charlotte Brontë |
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The merciful precepts of Christ will at last suffuse the Code and it will glow with their radiance. Crime will be considered an illness with its own doctors to replace your judges and its hospitals to replace your prisons. Liberty shall be equated with health. Ointments and oil shall be applied to limbs that were once shackled and branded. Infirmities that once were scourged with anger shall now be bathed with love. The cross in place of the gallows: sublime and yet so simple.
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illness
love
gallows
judges
the-last-day-of-a-condemned-man
prisons
cross
hospitals
crime
victor-hugo
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Victor Hugo |
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"Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self--to the mediating intellect--as to verge close to being beyond description. It thus remains nearly incomprehensible to those who have not experienced it in its extreme mode, although the gloom, "the blues" which people go through occasionally and associate with the general hassle of everyday existence are of such prevalence that they do give many individuals a hint of the illness in its catastrophic form."
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illness
pain
existence
depression
incomprehensible
gloom
elusive
mood
self
intellect
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William Styron |
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He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.
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death-and-dying
illness
marriage
death
love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Julian Barnes |
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Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
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illness
love
steve
summer
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Nicholas Sparks |
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Presque tous les hommes meurent de leurs remedes, et non pas de leurs maladies.
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illness
medicine
remedies
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Molière |
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"Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn't bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable obligation meeting illness move for move in a giant even-steven game of chess - an unending round of something that looks like shadowboxing, though between love and death, which is the shadow? "Everyone admires us for our courage," says one man. "They have no idea what they're talking about." "Courage requires options," the man adds. "There are options," says a woman with a thick suede headband. "You could give up. You could fall apart." "No you can't. Nobody does. I've never seen it," says the man. "Well, not really fall apart."
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illness
courage
death
love
death-and-sickness
death-and-love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Lorrie Moore |
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It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. Were we to meet a brigand on the road, we might manage to make him conscious of his own personal interest if not our plight. But to ask pity of our body is like talking to an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the sea, and with which we should be terrified to find ourselves condemned to live.
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illness
mind-body-connection
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Marcel Proust |
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It never occurred to them that God may have provided the world with a vast array of very brainy medical types for the very reason of solving problems such as theirs. However, there is one thing that the medical profession cannot do and that is save people from being idiots.
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illness
pain
god
medical-establishment
doctors
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Craig Ferguson |
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"Illness especially, may be a blessed forerunner of the individual's conversion. Not only does it prevent him from realizing his desires; it even reduces his capacity for sin, his opportunities for vice. In that enforced detachment from evil, which is a Mercy of God, he has time to search himself, to appraise his life, to interpret it in terms of larger reality. He considers God, and, at that moment, there is a sense of duality, a confronting of personality with Divinity, a comparison of the facts of his life with the ideal from which he fell. The soul is forced to look inside itself, to inquire whether there is more peace in this suffering than in sinning. Once a sick man, in his passivity, begins to ask, "What is the purpose of my life? Why am I here?" the crisis has already begun. Conversion becomes possible the very moment a man ceases to blame God or life and begins to blame himself; by doing so, he becomes able to distinguish between his sinful barnacles and the ship of his soul. A crack has appeared in the armor of his egotism; now the sunlight of God's grace can pour in. But until that happens, catastrophes can teach us nothing but despair."
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illness
suffering
illness-and-hope
hardship
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Fulton J. Sheen |
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Deception' is the word I most associate with anorexia and the treachery which comes from falsehood. The illness appears inviting. It would seem to offer something to those unwary or unlucky enough to suffer from it - friendship, a get-out, or a haven - when, in fact, it is a trap.
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illness
escape
false-friend
haveb
anorexia-nervosa
falsehood
treachery
deception
trap
self-deception
anorexia
eating-disorder
mental-illness
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Carol Lee |
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She sounded angry. That was the way she'd been as long as he'd known her. If she became ill, it irritated her. She was annoyed by sickness. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront.
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illness
irritation
sickness
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Richard Matheson |
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Since her retirement from teaching Miss Beryl's health had in many respects greatly improved, despite her advancing years. An eighth-grade classroom was an excellent place to snag whatever was in the air in the way of illness. Also depression, which, Miss Beryl believed, in conjunction with guilt, opened the door to illness. Miss Beryl didn't know any teachers who weren't habitually guilty and depressed--guilty they hadn't accomplished more with their students, depressed that very little more was possible.
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illness
teaching
guilt
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Richard Russo |
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In March 1853 she was afflicted with a pain in the chest; her tongue seemed to be covered with a film; leeches failed to make her breathing any easier.
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illness
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Did he still want it? Did he still want to live? Yes, yes, oh, God, yes, please. Because, O.K., the thing was--he saw it now, was starting to see it--if some guy, at the end, fell apart, and said or did bad things, or had to be helped, helped to quite a considerable extent? So what? What of it? Why should he not do or say weird things or look strange or disgusting? Why should the shit not run down his legs? Why should those he loved not lift and bend and feed and wipe him, when he would gladly do the same for them? He'd been afraid to be lessened by the lifting and bending and feeding and wiping, and was still afraid of that, and yet, at the same time, now saw that there could still be many--many drops of goodness, is how it came to him--many drops of happy--of good fellowship--ahead, and those drops of fellowship were not--had never been--his to withheld. Withhold.
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illness
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George Saunders |
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But he could not call the doctors at the leprosarium. They would return him to Louisiana. They would treat him and train him and counsel him. They would put him back into life as if his illness were all that mattered, as if wisdom were only skin deep, as if grief and remorse and horror were nothing but illusions, tricks done with mirrors, irrelevant to chrome and porcelain and clean, white, stiff hospital sheets and fluorescent lights.
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illness
sickness
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Stephen R. Donaldson |
3c20d7b
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That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.
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illness
war
death
life
hemingway
government-corruption
syphilis
government
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Ernest Hemingway |
3699cf5
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Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end.
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illness
dying
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Tony Parsons |
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Here they go cruising for a fortnight up in parts where everyone is dead of radiation, and all that they can catch is measles!
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illness
humor
measles
radioactivity
submarines
disease
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Nevil Shute |
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Why do we feel guilty, even when we've done nothing to bring on illness or death--even when we've done everything possible to prevent it? Suffering feels like punishment, as cultural anthropologists observe; no doubt that's one reason why people still tell the story of Adam and Eve, which interprets suffering that way.
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mourning
illness
grief
loss
suffering
death
bible
punishment
guilt
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Elaine Pagels |
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"The "Hazeldean heart" was a proverbial boast in the family; the Hazeldeans privately considered it more distinguished than the Sillerton gout, and far more refined than the Wesson liver; and it had permitted most of them to survive, in valetudinarian ease, to a ripe old age, when they died of some quite other disorder. But Charles Hazeldean had defied it, and it took its revenge, and took it savagely."
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illness
humor
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Edith Wharton |
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Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
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illness
death
usefulness
useless
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Diana Gabaldon |
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"He nodded toward the window with the sunshine streaming in. "You see that? You can go out there, outside, anytime. You can run up and down the block and go crazy. I can't do that. I can't go out. I can't run. I can't be out there without fear of getting sick. But you know what? I appreciate that window more than you do."
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illness
dying
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Mitch Albom |
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So about an hour later we are in the taxi shooting along empty country roads towards town. The April light is clear as an alarm. As we pass them it gives a sudden sense of every object existing in space on its own shadow. I wish I could carry this clarity with me into the hospital where distinctions tend to flatten and coalesce. I wish I had been nicer to him before he got crazy. These are my two wishes.
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illness
poem
poetry
dementia
clarity
parents
children
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Anne Carson |
b03dd10
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There was a fine-tuning of Richard's and my temperaments during the years we lived with his heart disease, lymphoma, and lung cancer. Before, our differences had triggered sporadic tension; now our basic natures served us better. Our sensibilities and quirks evolved into something more shared and complex, more mingled.
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illness
relationships
love
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
fc302e6
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...I was so often silent angry with Hammett for making the situation hard on me, not knowing then that the dying do not, should not, be asked to think about anything but their own minute of running time.
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illness
death
dashiell-hammett
sickness
dying
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Lillian Hellman |
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As for the absence of recovery, as for death, there are machines that are not meant for the road.
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illness
weakness
dying
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Edward P. Jones |
779ad15
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"These workers," said Mendes with a gentle sweep of his arm, "have a hard life of it. When illness comes they have no money for a doctor. The food for tomorrow comes from today's labour, and hard labour it is, too. Their houses, as you see, are small and poor; they are never more than a stone's throw away from privation and want. They've made a bad bargain with life; they need the thought of God to comfort them."
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illness
god
van-gogh
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Irving Stone |
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"Tell yourselves whatever you'd like, but I'm afraid it doesn't make it true," Mearth sighed, beginning to look impatient. "Step aside Mandy, I have to remediate him, otherwise you'll find yourself in a whole mess of trouble." "You can't do this, it's wrong," Mandy insisted. "You don't have a choice, Mandy! Either you let his life compromise the lives of everybody else in the world, or you let me remediate him and get it over with," Mearth icily declared. "...Do what she says, Mandy Valems...." Alecto added, standing up and staring with glazed eyes at Mearth. "I can't," said Mandy. "...Go away!" Alecto shouted at her suddenly, glaring with narrowed eyes, speaking in a voice that hardly sounded like his own. "Get out of here, Mandy Valems! I hate you, I want you to leave me alone! Go home and don't ever come back here!" "I...." Mandy started, looking totally shocked. "I said I hate you, don't you understand anything? Go away, get out of here!" Alecto repeated menacingly, stepping forward in a threatening manner. He looked like a mad dog, shivering as he chased her away from his site. She tearfully took off running, seeming both shocked and horrified, and he watched her leave for a moment with a blank expression, his dark eyes hollow. He looked like he was going to black out, but Mearth walked quickly towards him, for once not smiling at all. If it weren't for her eyes, she would've looked like a person. "That was very cruel of you to do, Sydney Tar Ponds. I thought you loved her," she disappointedly exclaimed. "I do love her, she's my friend, and that's why I said that stuff to her," Alecto replied forlornly. "None of it's true, I don't hate her at all... but I know what's going to happen and I don't want her to see it, so I lied to her and told her I hated her... can you explain to her after... why I said all that to her?"
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illness
earth
grief
loss
depression
faith
death
friendship
hope
life
love
nova-scotia
environment
rescue
pollution
help
dog
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
977509a
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I've felt it for some time now, closing around me like the jaws of a gigantic flower. Isn't that a peculiar analogy? It feels that way, though. It has a certain vegetable inevitability. Think of the Venus flytrap. Think of kudzu choking a forest. It's a sort of juicy, green, thriving process. Toward, well, you know. The green silence. Isn't it funny that, even now, it's difficult to say the word 'death'?
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illness
the-hours
dying
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Michael Cunningham |