Charles Lamb Quotes

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.

While the sick man has life, there is hope.

It is medicine, not scenery, for which a sick man must go searching.

If originally it was not good for a man to be alone, it is much worse for a sick man to be so; he thinks too much of his distemper, and magnifies it.

I returned to upstate NY where I just laid in bed for days with a fever that just wouldn't go away. After more of this, I grew increasingly sure that this was not simply the flu!

Sickness is a place, ... and it's always a place where there's no company, where nobody can follow.

First thing about being a patient-you have to learn patience.

For the sick it is important to have the best.

Recovering in a Calcutta, India hospital. I think I'm more difficult than critical.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

In a sense sickness is a place, more instructive than a long trip to Europe, and it's always a place where there's no company, where nobody can follow. Sickness before death is a very appropriate thing and I think those who don't have it miss one of God's mercies.

I'm just as sick as the others, although I prefer to do my sickness in private.

A hospital is no place to be sick.

When you walk through the hospital, you waiver between feeling bad for everyone else and feeling bad for yourself. It's a war of the worlds - the healthy and the sick.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

The sick soon come to understand that they live in a different world from that of the well and that the two cannot communicate.

I took the test for AIDS. I began to hate people who were not sick. Those people are monsters, I would think, believing that they are well because of moral superiority, because they are good. I identified with the loneliness of the sick. I felt that there was something pure about them.

I was ill in '98. By the end of '99 I was recording and recovering.

You're on an island when you're injured. Nobody understands what you're going through. And everybody's different. Some people heal quicker than others.

When I was a toddler, I fell ill with diphtheritic croup and was taken to an isolation unit. One of my earliest memories is of being on my own in a tent surrounded by steaming kettles.

People are extremely vulnerable when they're brought into the hospital. When you see people in those moments, it's a privilege to watch that and learn from it.

When you're confined to a hospital bed, there aren't many appointments you can make. You await visits from friends and family members. You enjoy the coconut ice cream they smuggle in. You tolerate the erratic and invasive visits of doctors and nurses, hoping that one of them will bring you closer to going home.

When I was 15, I had this illness and was basically housebound for two years.

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die