Fever Quotes

Quotes tagged as "fever" (showing 1-30 of 45)
Raymond Carver
“You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?”
Raymond Carver, Cathedral

Daphne du Maurier
“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.”
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

Karen Marie Moning
“Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not nicely. "How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?"

Barrons likes to use sexual innuendo to try to shut me up. I think he expects the well-raised southern belle in me will think eew and back off. Sometimes, I do think eew, but I don't back off. "I'm a spitter, if that's what you're asking." I flashed him a too-sweet smile.

"Didn't look that way to me. I think you're a swallower. His tongue was halfway to China and you were still taking it."

"Jealous?”
Karen Marie Moning, Faefever

Lauren DeStefano
“It's best to let her go," he says.
No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Lauren DeStefano
“He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes unravel, my hinges come loose. If my fate rests in the hands of a madman, let death come and bring its worse. I'll take the ruined craters of laboratories, the dead trees, this city with ashes in the oxygen, if it means freedom. I'd sooner die here than live a hundred years with wires in my veins.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Lauren DeStefano
“I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Lauren DeStefano
“And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers?

When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins?

Maybe he already is.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Kelly Moran
“The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.”
Kelly Moran, Counterbalance

Stefano Benni
“If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.”
Stefano Benni, Margherita Dolce Vita

Lauren DeStefano
“Trust is the strongest weapon.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Lauren DeStefano
“Things will get worse before they get better. A little more agony before the fever will break.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Kiera Cass
“They got under each of my shoulders and pulled me up, Padma walking in front of me and holding her arms out for good measure. I walked on my own, but I knew that if they hadn’t been there, I might have fallen more than once. Side by side, we marched into the Ocean, all of us crying for help.
What? I felt the swirling waves of Her worry as we floated just beneath the surface.
Something’s wrong with Kahlen, Miaka said.
In the water, they could let me go, and I floated there, the Ocean holding me like a child.
I’m so tired.
Look at her skin,
Elizabeth said. She’s so pale. And she keeps sleeping. Like she needs it.
She has a fever, too,
Miaka added. I was acutely aware that my temperature was off; I could feel the water around me warming from my touch....She fretted. This has never happened before. I don’t know what to do.
Maybe if she stays in You for a while, it would help,
Elizabeth suggested.
What, Miaka? the Ocean asked suddenly.
Nothing. But she did look like she was hiding something.
What were you thinking?
Nothing,
Miaka insisted. Flipping through ideas, it’s all nothing. I think Elizabeth is onto something. She swam up to me. We’ll come and check on you every hour until you feel like coming back to bed.
I didn’t want to say how much it bothered me that she said “back to bed” instead of “back to the house.” It was like she knew I wasn’t going to be standing again.
Okay.
They fled, off to make arrangements for their broken sister.
I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening.
How long have you been feeling like this?
She sounded uneasy, as if She suspected something She didn’t want to say.
I squinted, trying to remember. It’s been coming on so slowly, it’s hard to say.
She snuggled me into Herself. Just rest. I’m here.
And I was so tired, I did exactly that. It was so unreal, how loved I felt. Right there, balanced with Her rigidity, Her absolute need to maintain order, I heard Her thinking of what She might sacrifice so long as She could keep me. It was such an encompassing feeling, and that alone was enough to make me sleep.”
Kiera Cass, The Siren

Henrik Ibsen
“the strongest man is he who stands most alone”
Henrik Ibsen, An Enemy of the People: With Linked Table of Contents

Karen Marie Moning
“I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand.
He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, to born.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

Lauren DeStefano
“...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe its what keeps us together.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

“Anyone who’s anyone in Dostoevsky’s novels sooner or later develops brain fever.”
W. F. Meredith

J.M.G. Le Clézio
“The world was a sick animal, a sort of huge cancerous tumour, a thing of bubbling liquids, whitish patches, dribbling pus, fantastic pimples of dead skin that grew in all directions, swelled up, became more and more like fuzzy hair. The right thing would be to go away, to vanish for ever from the face of the sun.”
J.M.G. Le Clézio, Fever

Lauren DeStefano
“Wanting to be happy is not stupid.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

George R.R. Martin
“Bleed a cold but feast a fever.”
George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
tags: cold, fever

Thomas Mann
“[...] Et ma fièvre ? D'où vient-elle ?
- Allons donc, c'est un incident sans conséquence qui passera vite.
- Non, Clawdia, tu sais bien que ce que tu dis là n'est pas vrai, et tu le dis sans conviction, j'en suis sûr. La fièvre de mon corps et le battement de mon cœur harassé et le frissonnement de mes membres, c'est le commencement d'un incident, car ce n'est rien d'autre [...], rien d'autre que mon amour pour toi [...].”
Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
tags: fever, love

Thomas Mann
“Eh bien, toi, qu'est-ce qui t'arrive ? Il fait si beau temps. [...] Quelle mouche t'a piqué ?
- Je n'ai rien, dit Joachim. Mais tu as l'air échauffé. Je crois que c'en soit fini de ta baisse de température."
En effet, c'en était fini. La dépression humiliante de l'organisme de Hans Castorp était surmontée par le salut qu'il avait échangé avec Clawdia Chauchat, et, à proprement parler, c'était à la conscience qu'il avait de ce fait que tenait en réalité sa satisfaction. Oui. Joachim avait eu raison : le mercure reprenait son ascension. Lorsque Hans Castorp, de retour de sa promenade, le consulta, il monta jusqu'à 38 degrés.”
Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

Israelmore Ayivor
“You missed it when you pay more attention to the damaged car in the mechanic shop than the sick human being in the hospital.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Frontpage: Leadership Insights from 21 Martin Luther King Jr. Thoughts

Dada Bhagwan
“How beautiful are these bangles! But if you put them on a man, he will not like it because he has assessed his own worth. One cannot be the ‘thermometer (gauge)’ as well as the ‘fever’, both cannot be one.”
Dada Bhagwan

Jaime Allison Parker
“A ten-year-old Amanda wandering around the sights and sounds of a carnival. Trying to take it all in as such an event was much larger than the backroads of isolated territory from whence she grew up. She could not imagine this many people assembled in one place. It was made more disturbing by the fact none of them seemed familiar. Short for her age, she wandered unnoticed among the crowds and began to feel the first stirrings of fear. The loud talk, the screaming children, the long lines of procession, along with the myriads of odors created a miasma that she wanted to flee. The laughter and the faux expressions of joy on the faces of people, took on the maroon tones of a nightmare. She could imagine underneath the laughter, were horrid screams about to erupt.”
Jaime Allison Parker, River at the World's Dawn

Jaime Allison Parker
“The man standing in the booth placing the tickets into her hands for the fun-house loomed largely in front of her with arms comprised of iron muscle. She remembered the gray cataract that covered over one of his eyes and the terrified feeling it gave her. She had been too young to understand the malady. To her; his eye looked as though it belonged to a creature from the sea. A frightening creature composed of reptilian and fish like attributes, which would pull unsuspecting prey underneath the darkest oceans. The smile on his face, with the crooked teeth, the cigar, contrasting with the bald head and unshaven face increased her sense of panic.”
Jaime Allison Parker, River at the World's Dawn

Virginia Alison
“He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...”
Virginia Alison

أبو الطيب المتنبي
“Sick of body, unable to rise up, vehemently intoxicated without wine . . .

And it is as though she who visits me were filled with modesty,

For she does not pay her visits save under cover of darkness,

I freely offered her my linen and my pillows,

But she refused them, and spent the night in my bones.

My skin is too contracted to contain both my breath and her,

So she relaxes it with all sorts of sickness.

When she leaves me, she washes me

As though we had retired apart for some forbidden action.

It is as though the morning drives her away,

And her lachrymal ducts are flooded in their four channels.

I watch for her time without desire,

Yet with the watchfulness of the eager lover.

And she is ever faithful to her appointed time, but faithfulness is an evil

When it casts thee into grievous sufferings.”
أبو الطيب المتنبي

Roberto Bolaño
“Only fever and poetry provoke visions.
Only love and memory.”
Roberto Bolaño, The Romantic Dogs

Lauren DeStefano
“There is no darkness like that of a confined space.”
Lauren DeStefano, Fever

Klaus Kinski
“Jazz!
A manifesto of survivors!
Insanity is shattered to pieces!
future of colours! red lemons! blue blood vesicle of black oranges!
The only ailment is the fever!
Revolution!
Amok run of the trumpets!
Overflow!
Plate streamed with blood!
A bitten heart!
Lung rupture!
Jazz! Jazz
Immortality of the nerves!"

Snippet from the poem "JAZZ"
by Klaus Kinski - Fever- Diary Of A Leper: Poems”
Klaus Kinski, Fieber: Tagebuch Eines Aussätzigen: Ein Bildband Mit Bisher Unbekannten Gedichten Und Fotografien

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