A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

Until you have stood in another woman’s stilettos, you will never begin to know the year of pain she felt breaking them in.

There is no virtue in poverty and illness. we all have been created to be healthy and wealthy with more than enough for everyone.

What if...the doctors couldn't find anything wrong? What if I was over-exaggerating the pain, weakness, and weird sensations?

People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.

Illness or pain is just an extension of negative emotion. When yo are no longer feeling any resistance to it, it's a nonissue.

Nu. Nu ma întelegi. De ce lasa el sa existe boala si bolnavi? Din doua una:ori e rau, ori nu prea e cine stie ce de capul lui.

I don't deserve either her love or this illness. That's a stupid thing though. Things happen whether you deserve them or not.

Vivre est une maladie, dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les seize heures ; c’est un palliatif : la mort est le remède.

The amount of sympathy you get from having an illness is paid out like a Ponzi scheme and psychiatric disorders are all the way at the bottom.

Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home.

Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy....

You are not your illness. You have an individual story to tell. You have a name, a history, a personality. Staying yourself is part of the battle.

That was the way illness appeared in a house, in the corners, in between floorboards, on the hooks in the closet, along with the sweaters and coats.

When did the skin on our bodies, the difference in our voice, or the direction our heart takes us decide whether or not we should have human rights?