Quotes
Quotes about Cure
There are two kinds of light--the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures.
Is not this lily pure? What fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotless clear As in this flower doth appear?
Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. - Paradise Lost.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
The surest cure for vanity is loneliness.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. - Love's Cure, 1647.
Love can cure heartbreaks, misfortune, or tragedy. It is the eternal companion.
Love is a disease, if you catch it then there is no cure for it, just like cancer.
There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.
There's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure By such a day and hour.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
It is a mistake that there is no bath that will cure people's manners, but drowning would help.
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut Some cureless limb, before in use he put His violent Engins on the vicious member, Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber, And grief-less then (guided by use and art), To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
You behold in me Only a travelling Physician; One of the few who have a mission To cure incurable diseases, Or those that are called so.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt, loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor? (Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest. (Macbeth:) Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? (Doctor:) Therein the patient Must minister to himself. (Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!
It requires a great deal of faith for a man to be cured by his own placebos.
Medicine can only cure curable diseases, and then not always.
Medicine cures the man who is fated not to die.
All men are not slimy warthogs. Some men are silly giraffes, some woebegone puppies, some insecure frogs. But if one is not careful, those slimy warthogs can ruin it for all the others.
Never be so brief as to become obscure.
Everything on the earth has a purpose, every disease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission.
Nothing is so secure as that money will not defeat it.
Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?
