Tissues Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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issues-are-like-tissues-you-pull-one-out-another-appears-gary-goldstein
im-out-tissues-for-toilet-paper-too-history-notes-just-arent-up-to-scratch-andrea-k-hest
21st-century-leaders-use-their-brain-cells-more-than-their-muscle-tissues-israelmore-ayivor
water-is-best-liquid-possible-to-cleanse-tissues-drink-some-little-time-before-after-meal-ellen-g-white
weeping-willows-remind-me-summer-and-sadness-i-wonder-if-tissues-are-made-out-their-trunks-jarod-kintz
whatever-we-cannot-understand-easily-we-call-god-this-saves-wear-tear-on-brain-tissues-edward-abbey
the-physical-malaise-we-feel-when-we-travel-reflects-desynchronizing-all-clocks-that-reside-in-our-tissues
i-could-feel-his-muscle-tissues-collapse-under-my-force-its-ludicrous-these-mortals-even-attempt-to-enter-my-realm-mike-tyson
because-we-cannot-scrub-our-inner-body-we-need-to-learn-few-skills-to-help-cleanse-our-tissues-organs-mind-this-is-art-ayurveda-sebastian-pole
you-know-what-im-in-good-mood-today-well-im-happy-its-not-yesterday-man-it-was-brutal-with-glad-use-tissues-i-guess-you-could-say-that-i-had-issues-eels
you-do-not-die-all-at-once-some-tissues-live-on-for-minutes-even-hours-giving-still-their-little-cellular-shrieks-molecular-echoes-agony-whole-richard-selzer
i-mop-my-floor-with-wet-cloud-my-love-tissues-are-full-eye-rain-dinner-will-be-served-at-breakfast-jarod-kintz
adult-stem-cells-are-also-problematic-as-they-are-difficult-to-identify-purify-grow-simply-may-not-exist-for-certain-diseased-tissues-that-need-to-eliot-engel
plainly-when-perfusate-from-organ-blood-from-animal-is-used-for-superfusion-substances-can-reach-assay-tissues-within-few-seconds-generation-release
modern-culture-is-constantly-growing-more-objective-its-tissues-grow-more-more-out-impersonal-energies-absorb-less-less-subjective-entirety-georg-simmel
only-thru-mucusfree-diet-can-we-expect-to-eliminate-accumulation-waste-obstructions-deposited-in-body-tissues-during-lifetime-wrong-eating-arnold-ehret
in-community-living-tissues-uncontrolled-mob-misfits-that-is-cancer-behaves-like-gang-perpetually-wilding-adolescents-they-are-juvenile-delinquents-cellular-society-sherwin-b-nul
theyd-had-to-empty-their-pockets-turn-over-aunt-vals-purse-to-security-guard-that-way-i-wouldnt-be-tempted-to-try-to-kill-anyone-with-her-lip-gloss-her-travelsize-pack-tissues-ra
i-think-decision-to-make-substances-like-steroids-from-plants-rather-than-from-animal-tissues-was-landmark-in-history-medicine-as-well-as-history-chemistry
most-medical-physicists-work-in-physics-radiation-oncology-making-sure-that-desired-dose-is-given-to-cancer-dose-to-normal-tissues-are-minimized
drinking-water-is-like-washing-out-your-insides-the-water-will-cleanse-system-fill-you-up-decrease-your-caloric-load-improve-function-all-your-kevin-r-stone
traditional-academic-science-describes-human-beings-as-highly-developed-animals-biological-thinking-machines-we-appear-to-be-newtonian-objects-made-stanislav-grof
mr-speaker-scientific-evidence-is-overwhelming-that-embryonic-stem-cells-have-great-potential-to-regenerate-specific-types-human-tissues-offering-hope-for-millions-americans-suff
he-dressed-quickly-in-silence-refusing-her-tissues-he-shakily-pulled-wad-uncounted-notes-from-his-wallet-abandoned-them-in-no-mans-land-between-escaped-in-indecent-haste-leaving-
it-enclosed-us-in-its-laceries-as-we-watched-moon-spill-across-atlantic-like-wine-from-overturned-glass-with-light-all-around-us-we-felt-secret-in-that-mooninfused-water-like-pea
persons-drinking-coffee-as-general-rule-eat-less-though-coffee-also-tea-have-little-direct-food-value-but-they-retard-waste-tissues-take-place-maria-parloa
the-tendinous-part-mind-to-speak-is-more-developed-in-winter-fleshy-in-summer-i-should-say-winter-had-given-bone-sinew-to-literature-summer-john-burroughs
my-phd-thesis-problem-was-to-determine-if-dna-content-rat-tissues-increased-if-there-was-b12-in-diet-this-problem-was-suggested-by-my-adviser-based-on-observation-that-thymine-co
the-river-my-title-is-river-dna-river-information-not-river-bones-tissues-richard-dawkins
madness-is-locked-beneath-it-goes-into-tissues-is-swallowed-by-cells-the-cells-go-mad-cancer-is-their-flag-cancer-is-thegrowth-madness-denied-norman-mailer
i-cry-when-i-think-all-tissues-ive-used-over-years-all-trees-ive-killed-the-more-tears-i-cry-more-trees-i-kill-which-causes-me-to-cry-even-more-jarod-kintz
you-will-know-if-you-are-too-acidic-if-you-get-sick-often-get-urinary-tract-infections-suffer-from-headaches-have-bad-breath-body-odor-when-you-do-not-use-antiperspirant-acidosis
Time does not heal wounds. It's a body's ritual that does. The instinctual cleansing with rain or other waters, the application of salves. Despite the sting. Even neglected, the body begins to take care. To repair itself. Blood clots, tissues regenerate, flesh scars. Soon, the thin white line is the only evidence of the pain. It is the body, not time. Time does nothing except create distance between the body and that which caused it harm. Recollection of fear can be stronger than the original fear itself. Similarly, bliss is sometimes more vivid when recollected. How else do you explain longing? Longing for what has already passed. That's the real pain. But you insisted, you pried with your fingers to see. You retuned to me after I turned away. You made me recollect for you, collect again and again for you, interrupting the healing with your curiosity. Now that I have given you the words, you may long for them. You may miss me. You may try to find the notes to the song again and again and won't be able to find them. Perhaps, the wounds I made will already have begun to scar. Maybe the body will have begun its ritual of forgetting. I told you not to ask for haunted, not to ask me to recollect. Because recollection is like tearing at closed wounds. Like pealing back the careful tissue put there by the body to make it safe. And because remembered pain is always worse than the original pain, because this time it is expected. This time you already know how much it will hurt.

T. Greenwood
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To regard all things and principles of things as inconstant modes or fashions has more and more become the tendency of modern thought. Let us begin with that which is without - our physical life. Fix upon it in one of its more exquisite intervals, the moment, for instance, of delicious recoil from the flood of water in summer heat. What is the whole physical life in that moment but a combination of natural elements to which science gives their names? But these elements, phosphorus and lime and delicate fibres, are present not in the human body alone: we detect them in places most remote from it. Our physical life is a perpetual motion of them - the passage of the blood, the wasting and repairing of the lenses of the eye, the modification of the tissues of the brain by every ray of light and sound - processes which science reduces to simpler and more elementary forces. Like the elements of which we are composed, the action of these forces extends beyond us; it rusts iron and ripens corn. Far out on every side of us those elements are broadcast, driven by many forces; and birth and gesture and death and the springing of violets from the grave are but a few out of ten thousand resultant combinations. That clear, perpetual outline of face and limb is but an image of ours, under which we group them - a design in a web, the actual threads of which pass out beyond it. This at least of flame-like our life has, that it is but the concurrence, renewed from moment to moment, of forces parting sooner or later on their ways.

Walter Pater
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the-earth-speaks-clearly-distinctly-in-many-realms-nature-loudly-to-william-jennings-bryan-but-he-fails-to-hear-single-sound-the-earth-speaks-from-remotest-periods-in-its-wonderf
Long before there were effective treatments, physicians dispensed prognoses, hope, and, above all, meaning. When something terrible happens-and serious disease is always terrible-people want to know why. In a pantheistic world, the explanation was simple-one god had caused the problem, another could cure it. In the time since people have been trying to get along with only one God, explaining disease and evil has become more difficult. Generations of theologians have wrestled with the problem of theodicy-how can a good God allow such bad things to happen to good people? Darwinian medicine can't offer a substitute for such explanations. It can't provide a universe in which events are part of a divine plan, much less one in which individual illness reflects individual sins. It can only show us why we are the way we are, why we are vulnerable to certain diseases. A Darwinian view of medicine simultaneously makes disease less and more meaningful. Diseases do not result from random or malevolent forces, they arise ultimately from past natural selection. Paradoxically, the same capacities that make us vulnerable to disease often confer benefits. The capacity for suffering is a useful defense. Autoimmune disease is a price of our remarkable ability to attack invaders. Cancer is the price of tissues that can repair themselves. Menopause may protect the interests of our genes in existing children. Even senescence and death are not random, but compromises struck by natural selection as it inexorably shaped out bodies to maximize the transmission of our genes. In such paradoxical benefits, some may find a gentle satisfaction, even a bit of meaning-at least the sort of meaning Dobzhansky recognized. After all, nothing in medicine makes sense except in the light of evolution.

Randolph M. Nesse
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Say you could view a time lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, 'an infinite storm of beauty.' The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blinding flashes. Lava pours and cools; seas boil and flood. Clouds materialize and shift; now you can see the earth's face through only random patches of clarity. The land shudders and splits, like pack ice rent by widening lead. Mountains burst up, jutting, and dull and soften before your eyes, clothed in forests like felt. The ice rolls up, grinding green land under water forever; the ice rolls back. Forests erupt and disappear like fairy rings. The ice rolls up- mountains are mowed into lakes, land rises wet from the sea like a surfacing whale- the ice rolls back. A blue-green streaks the highest ridges, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave up a strand. A red dye seems to leak from the north down the ridges and into the valleys, seeping south; a white follows the red, then yellow-green washes north, then red spreads again, then white, over and over, making patterns of color too intricate to follow. Slow the film. You see dust storms, locusts, floods, in dizzying flash-frames. Zero in on a well-watered shore and see smoke from fires drifting. Stone cities rise, spread, and crumble, like paths of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in a hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to yield any image but the hunched shadowless figures of ghosts. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circles, slows, and vanishes. This is your life.

Annie Dillard
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Say you could view a time-lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, 'an infinite storm of beauty.' The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blinding flashes. Lava pours and cools; seas boil and flood. Clouds materialize and shift; now you can see the earth's face through only random patches of clarity. The land shudders and splits, like pack ice rent by a widening lead. Mountains burst up, jutting and dull and soften before your eyes, clothed in forests like felt. The ice rolls up, grinding green land under water forever; the ice rolls back. Forests erupt and disappear like fairy rings. The ice rolls up-mountains are mowed into lakes, land rises wet from the sea like a surfacing whale- the ice rolls back. A blue-green streaks the highest ridges, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave up a strand. A red dye seems to leak from the north down the ridges and into the valleys, seeping south; a white follows the red, then yellow-green washes north, then red spreads again, then white, over and over, making patterns of color too swift and intricate to follow. Slow the film. You see dust storms, locusts, floods, in dizzying flash frames. Zero in on a well-watered shore and see smoke from fires drifting. Stone cities rise, spread, and then crumble, like patches of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in a hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues that roamed the earth's surface, are a wavering blur whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to yield any images. The great herds of caribou pour into the valleys and trickle back, and pour, a brown fluid. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, like a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circles, slows, and vanishes. This is your life.

Annie Dillard
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