Ill Quotes

“Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“God judges men from the inside out; men judge men from the outside in. Perhaps to God, an extreme mental patient is doing quite well in going a month without murder, for he fought his chemical imbalance and succeeded; oppositely, perhaps the healthy, able and stable man who has never murdered in his life yet went a lifetime consciously, willingly never loving anyone but himself may then be subject to harsher judgment than the extreme mental patient. It might be so that God will stand for the weak and question the strong.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“To wish a healthy man to die is the wish from a mind of sickness. To wish an ailing man to die is the wish of the ambitious.”
― Roman Payne

“I am so tired.
I have grown old from being serious.
I have grown ill from being serious.
I want to laugh at myself.
I want to forget myself.
I am so tired.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though I were about to come down with something I did not quite come down with. It seemed to me that for the first time in my life I had been in love, and had lost, because of the grudgingness of my heart, the possibility of having what, too late, I now thought I wanted. What was it that all my life I had so carefully guarded myself against? What was it that I had felt so threatened me? My suffering, which seemed to me to be a strict consequence of having guarded myself so long, appeared to me as a kind of punishment, and this moment, which I was now enduring, as something which had been delayed for half a lifetime. I was experincing, apparently, an obscure crisis of some kind. My world acquired a tendency to crumble as easily as a soda cracker. I found myself horribly susceptible to small animals, ribbons in the hair of little girls, songs played late at night over lonely radios. It became particularly dangerous for me to go near movies in which crippled girls were healed by the unselfish love of impoverished bellhops. I had become excessively tender to all the more obvious evidences of the frailness of existence; I was capable of dissolving at the least kind word, and self-pity, in inexhaustible doses, lay close to my outraged surface. I moved painfully, an ambulatory case, mysteriously injured.”
― Alfred Hayes, In Love

“When you have something good to say, say it. When you have something ill to say, say something else.”
― Christian D. Larson

“In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morrie's time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did? .. give up days and weeks of our lives, addicted to someone else's drama.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“I went out into the corridor. I asked a nurse if she knew where the people with arthritis went. She said lots of them went to Ward 34 on the top floor. She said she thought that was a silly place to put people with bad bones who had such trouble walking and climbing stairs.”
― David Almond, Skellig

“It's only horrible if you see it that way," Morrie said. "It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye."
He smiled. "Not everyone is so lucky.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax..
you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight.
By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“..And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“His eyes were more sunken than I remembered them, and his cheekbones more pronounced. This gave him a harsher, older look - until he smiled, of course, and the sagging cheeks gathered up like curtains.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Morrie closed his eyes. "I know, Mitch. You mustn't be afraid of my dying. I've had a good life, and we all know it's going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless.
I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Morrie had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), Lou Gehrig's disease, a brutal, unforgiving illness of the neurological system.
There was no known cure.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“That was the end of his driving..
That was the end of his walking free..
That was the end of his privacy..
And that was the end of his secret.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?..
He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Morrie was in a wheelchair full-time now, getting used to helpers lifting him like a heavy sack from the chair to the bed and the bed to the chair.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“He had refused fancy clothes or makeup for this interview. His philosophy was that death should to be embarrassing; he was not about to powder its nose.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Had it not been for "Nightline," Morrie would have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have.
I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my life. I was busy.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“I watched him now, his hands working gingerly, as if he were learning to use them for the first time. He could not press down hard with a knife. His fingers shook. Each bite was a struggle; he chewed the food finely before swallowing.. The skin from his wrist to his knuckles was dotted with age spots, and it was loose, like skin hanging from a chicken soup bone.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“For a while, we just ate like that, a sick old man, a healthy, younger man, both absorbing the quiet of the room. I would say it was an embarrassed silence, but I seemed to be the only one embarrassed.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“I was astonished by his complete lack of self-pity. Morrie, who could no longer dance, swim, bathe, or walk; Morrie, who could no longer answer his own door, dry himself after a shower, or even roll over in bed.
How could he be so accepting? I watched him struggle with a fork, picking at a piece of tomato, missing it the first two times - a pathetic scene, and yet I could not deny that sitting in his presence was almost magically serene, the same calm breeze that soothed me back in college.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life.
I have both the time - and the reason - to do that.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
"Sometimes, in the mornings," he said.
"That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

“You will never know the worth of wellbeing until you are sick.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“People make mistakes. As often as not, the mistakes aren't deliberate or personal.
If you want to, you can let go of any feelings of resentment, of regret, of anger. You could let all these things get you down, fizzle away internally like some emotional acid making you ill and resentful and stuck. Try instead to let them go, embrace them as character forming and in general as positive rather than negative.
There is no going back, only forwards. Make it a motto for life - keep moving forwards.”
― Richard Templar, Templar: Rules of Life 5e