Hippocrates Quotes

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.

Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.

In the name of Hippocrates, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.

Doctors, dressed up in one professional costume or another, have been in busy practice since the earliest records of every culture on earth. It is hard to think of a more dependable or enduring occupation, harder still to imagine any future events leading to its extinction.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

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.

Misery is, by her own nature, a passing phase of sorrow, one that does not linger uninvited. Her sojourns seem to be part of life's required curriculum, perhaps because Misery endows us with compassion and empathy.

There's nothing more raw in life than when you're sick.

How can you and I really expect to glide naively through life, as if to say, 'Lord, give me experience, but not grief, not sorrow, not pain, not opposition, not betrayal, and certainly not to be forsaken. Keep from me, Lord, all those experiences which made Thee what Thou art! Then, let me come and dwell with Thee and fully share Thy joy!'

The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade; a calling, not a business; a calling in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head. Often the best part of your work will have nothing to do with potions and powders, but with the exercise of an influence of the strong upon the weak, of the righteous upon the wicked, of the wise upon the foolish.

Hospitals are a little like the beach. The next wave comes in, and the footprints of your pain and suffering, your delivery and recovery, are obliterated.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Trials are medicines which our gracious and wise Physician prescribes because we need them; and he proportions the frequency and weight of them to what the case requires. Let us trust his skill and thank him for his prescription.

Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.

The art of medicine has its roots in the heart.

Because all the sick do not recover, therefore medicine is not an art.

The art of healing is like an unroofed temple, uncovered at the top and cracked at the foundation.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves, that the line stretches all the way back, perhaps to God; or to Gods. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget: that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrow, is always a measure of what has gone before.

A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.