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By degrees, the bitterness at my heart diffused itself to the circumference of the circle in which my life went its cheerless mechanical round.
Retain a calm heart, sit like a turtle, walk swiftly like a pigeon, and sleep like a dog
I wanted to paint a picture,
in indelible print, across
the canvass of my heart.
The ink of a pen is simply
the blood of a heart
Have a heartattack!
I want to enrich medical science with a new term: Arbeitskur.
Now for some heartwork.
Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Live, Breathe, Connect, Create!
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.
Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing down with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.
Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop
The soul is a circle
Read! Write! Imagine! Create! Love! Live!
Fill your lungs. Beat your heart.
I cut a hole in my heart and wrote with the blood .
IwantedtoshowmyuniformtomymomthismorningsoIwenttogetmytrashbagand-
My heart flutters a little. Or something inside my heart flutters; an artery worn so thin that a flap has come loose, is waving about, in the current of my blood.
A stitch in time saves uncontrollable blood loss
A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
The author would like to acknowledge: That disease and its treatment are
What comes from the heart will go to the heart
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Breathing is like riding a bicycle.
I shall do nothing to discourage my patient, Monseigneur, any more than I shall bleed him, as many good people urge me to do. The mind, too, has a kind of blood; in common speech we call it hope.
discombobulation
It was ancient and had risen from the boiling earth. It had slept, falling dormant in the dust, rising in mist. Tuberculosis had flown in a dizzy rush to unite with warm life. It was in each new world, and every old world. First it loved animals, then it loved people too.
Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.
Revise. Revisit. Reinvent.
Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves
Rewriting the world one heart at a time.
For everybody must now 'move in a circle', - to the prevalence of which rotatory motion, is perhaps to be attributed the giddiness and false steps of many.
Every organ in your body is connected to the one under your hat.
When we benefit from CT scanners, M.R.I. devices, pacemakers and arterial stents, we can immediately appreciate how science affects the quality of our lives.
Prick us we bleed, prick him he pops.
Two hearts that beat as one.
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
prestidigitator,
The art of medicine has its roots in the heart.
What is it that you long for best, that clenches teeth and claws over the ventricles of your heart?
The wheel is come full circle.
Read, write, enjoy
Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles
The physician cannot prescribe by letter, he must feel the pulse.
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
In vain we shall penetrate more and more deeply the secrets of the structure of the human body, we shall not dupe nature; we shall die as usual.
Shakin' like a bowl of soup and make your body loop-de-loop.
I am the Colombus of this nether world!
Dr. Leidenbrock
How are the germs made into a ring? By adding and multiplying.
I've lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I'm hyperventilating.
"I don't need you to show me how to breathe," I say.
"You don't?" He looks skeptical.
"I think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
The squaring of the circle is a stage on the way to the unconscious, a point of transition leading to a goal lying as yet unformulated beyond it. It is one of those paths to the centre.
The madrigore of verjuice must be talthibianised.
Stop. Revive. Survive
The patient suffers; the family threatens; the colleagues frown; the nurse laughs; Death grins; and the young doctor dances a crazy jig amid the tumult, though once he dreamed he would glide along the floor with Death in a perfectly controlled tango.
Without a pen in my hand I can't think.
Bee there Orr Bee A Rectangular Thyng
Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?"
Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg.
"Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child."
"He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.
Be still my non-beating heart.
The bloody organ we call the heart pumps life through our veins like Jesus offers hope for our souls. Are you thirsty for more?
What message is needed when heart speaks to heart?
While the heart beats, bruise it
it is your only opportunity
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
Eventually I saw that the path of the heart requires a full gesture, a degree of abandon that can be terrifying. Only then is it possible to achieve a sparkling metamorphosis.
Cure the disease and kill the patient.
It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breath, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, feeling that wash of relief when it was done.
You must look at the processes of motion in the macrocosmos and microcosmos accurately, and copy them!
The hands
find a way to do
what the heart
wants to say
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Please follow these instructions:
1. Stack the pages of this letter neatly.
2. Roll the pages up into a cylinder.
3. Smack yourself over the head with it.
4. Repeat. You complete ass.
Every cell singing, begging for a rush of sensation only the press of male hardness against female softness could give.
heartbeat
the sound i must hear
and listen
Thus abide constantly with the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, so that the heart swallows the Lord and the Lord the heart, and the two become one.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Her optimism flew high, not only for her eventual cure of which she was sure, but for everything that would happen to her henceforth. That too, she knew was a characteristic of the tubercular - the very quality , in fact, which made them such interesting patients.
The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.
Circles are absolutely vital.
I profess to learn and to teach anatomy not from books but from dissections, not from the tenets of Philosophers but from the fabric of Nature.
Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type.
In recognition of his work on vascular suture and the transplantation of blood-vessels and organs.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Your heart, mind and body - and all your sixty trillion cells - work as a team. When you carefully choose your thoughts and mental images, and focus on what feels comfortable and good for your heart, you shift to a higher level of vibration, which, in turn, bolsters your immune system.
Feed by measure, and defy the physician.
Writing. Opening a vein in your wrist with a spoon.
Heartmating hesitating unafraid
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where I begun.
are you breathing, are you lucky enough
to be breathing
Pizza is a circle. Pizza is my life. Pizza is the circle of life,
Cycling, cycling forever bear, wolf, caribou. When had it all started, where will it end? We are all part of one, from such simple beginnings and yet all so different. Yet one. One and again.
you see, the thing is, I just don't know
how to write anything that doesn't
start with a lump in my throat.
And I really don't know how to write anything
that doesn't end with your hands on my neck.
Blood tricked down Molly's neck from the stinging cut Justine had given her. She thought, dear lords and ladies, all I want in the whole wide world is a bath, a pina colada, and the chance to stake this bitch in the heart.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
Imagine. Create. Write.
What have you to do with hearts, except for dissection?
Committed to Improving the State of Every Heart.
Breathe. Think. Breathe again. Do.
I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.