Intestine Cancer Quotes & Sayings

I'm like a decathlete without the body. — David Hornsby

Creativity is magic in the making. — A.D. Posey

Agony without genius was gaucherie. — Hortense Calisher

At first, they told me it was just bile-duct cancer, but once they went in, they removed the gallbladder, the head of my pancreas, and a foot-and-a-half of my small intestine, and built me another bile duct and connected it to my stomach. It turned out to be pancreatic cancer, stage two, so, very aggressive. — Sharon Jones

I went through a few phases of finding myself: I dabbled in musical theater, chess club, dance troupe, splatter-painting, school mascot (go Wildcats), babysitter, photojournalist, drill team girl, emo kid - and not one of them defined me, but every single one will always play a part in who I am. — Debby Ryan

We are sent to bless the world, but we are never told to compromise with it. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

At the end of the summer the sea always seems to be railing against the thought of another long, fierce New England winter. — Cate Tiernan

It's not tyranny we desire; it's a just, limited, federal government. — Alexander Hamilton

And so I pushed it all down into the dim recesses of my mind, there to fester and grow like botulism. — Robyn Davidson

If any of our refined and Christian readers object to the society into which this scene introduces them, let us beg them to begin and conquer their prejudices in time. The catching business, we beg to remind them, is rising to the dignity of a lawful and patriotic profession. If all the broad land between the Mississippi and the Pacific becomes one great market for bodies and souls, and human property retains the locomotive tendencies of this nineteenth century, the trader and catcher may yet be among our aristocracy. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Taoist philosophy is essentially monistic. Matter and energy, Yang and Yin, heaven and earth, are conceived of as essentially one or as two coexistent poles of one indivisible whole. — Bruce Lee

I didn't leave that crowd of ocelots to go back into it." [when asked to write the film script for The Osterman Weekend] — Robert Ludlum

Seth hustled over. "What's the password?"
"Passwords are for sissies," Warren's muffled voice responded.
"Works for me," Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it. — Brandon Mull