Mcats Medical School Quotes & Sayings

MS doesn't define who I am. — Teri Garr

If people have ghosts, then why shouldn't other things have them? What makes us so special that only we can have ghosts? — Alexander McCall Smith

I don't believe in universalism, but I do believe in Jesus Christ, the reconciler of all — Karl Barth

The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails. — Marge Piercy

Most stars just fuse hydrogen into helium, but larger stars can fuse helium into other elements. Still larger stars, in turn, fuse those elements into slightly bigger ones, and so on. — Sam Kean

Great men are sincere. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the end, you'll know which people really love you. They're the ones who see you for who you are and, no matter what, always find a way to be at your side. — R. K. Milholland

The high that I got from helping people and being around the love was better than any other high I've gotten from any drug — Demi Lovato

Did men but consider that the sun, moon, and stars, and every other object of the senses, are only so many sensations in their minds, which have no other existence but barely being perceived, doubtless they would never fall down and worship their own ideas; but rather address their homage to that eternal invisible Mind which produces and sustains all things. — George Berkeley

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. — William Shakespeare

Margaret was not dreaming nor was she quite asleep, although the moon looking at her face believed she was. She was experiencing the thing insomniacs dread-- not being awake but the ticky-tacky thoughts that fill in the space where sleep ought to be. Rags and swatches; draincloths and crumpled paper napkins. Old griefs and embarrassments; jealousies and offense. Just common ignoble scraps not deep enough for dreaming and not light enough to dismiss. — Toni Morrison