Pharmacopoeia Of India Quotes & Sayings

In relationships, when a person gets angry, it is really just hurt in disguise. So men, consider this the next time the woman you are with gets angry with you. She is most likely just hurt and needs you to hold her and reassure her. — Lisa Bedrick

In August 1867, a thirteen-year-old142 boy who had severely cut his arm while operating a machine at a fair in Glasgow was admitted to Lister's infirmary. The boy's wound was open and smeared with grime - a setup for gangrene. But rather than amputating the arm, Lister tried a salve of carbolic acid, hoping to keep the arm alive and uninfected. The wound teetered on the edge of a terrifying infection, threatening to become an abscess. But Lister persisted, intensifying his application of carbolic acid paste. For a few weeks, the whole effort seemed hopeless. But then, like a fire running to the end of a rope, the wound began to dry up. A month later, when the poultices were removed, the skin had completely healed underneath. — Siddhartha Mukherjee

But disbelief wasn't enough to wound someone. Disbelief only hurt when someone wanted to believe. — Meljean Brook

You're an impossible boy to pay a compliment to. I say thanks for the help and you express a desire to slaughter people wholesale. — Gillibran Brown

You might get up in the morning and do your devotions and say a few prayers and there you go. You think you've done your connecting for the day. But you don't know how to wait before the Lord and really stop and hear from the Lord or dig deeper and walk throughout the day with the Lord. It's like sending a quick Tweet or checking your Facebook page real quick. "Hey Lord, what's going on?" But you're missing the intimacy of, "Be still and know that I am God." — Jeremy Camp

In my experience, clever food is not appreciated at Christmas. It makes the little ones cry and the old ones nervous. — Jane Grigson

I just want people to know out there no matter what they've done, God doesn't judge us on how many sins. God is there for us. He loves us. He wants us to turn it over to Him. — Lex Luger

Forgetting is like a great alchemy free of secrets, limpid, transforming everything to the present. In the end it makes our lives into this visible and tangible thing we hold in our hands, with no folds left hidden in the past. — Cesar Aira

I'm serious," Lucien said as I lifted the glass to my lips, my brows raised. "Remember the last time you ignored my warning?" He poked me in the neck, and I batted his hand away.
"I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself," I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I'd had hallucinations for hours afterwards, and Lucien had laughed himself sick-enough so that Tamlin had chucked him into the reflection pool. — Sarah J. Maas

We all have a suspicion and hope that we've just been part of something special, something that may eventually change our lives. That no one else knows this makes it seem like we are living with a secret that we would like to share, but can't, sort of like having a superpower that's not come online or being president elect. For the moment, our lives proceed as usual, but within a month, we think, everything will change. It's a frustrating, if exciting, disconnect. — Rob Lowe

Why not, above all, learn to look more generously at each other as well as at ourselves?

. — Ashton Applewhite

The meal was pretentious - a kind of beetroot soup with greasy croutons; pork underdone with loud vulgar cabbage, potato croquettes, tinned peas in tiny jam-tart cases, watery gooseberry sauce; trifle made with a resinous wine, so jammy that all my teeth lit up at once. — Anthony Burgess

Chance was just an order that you hadn't yet perceived. — Richard Powers

We think because we have words, not the other way around. The more words we have, the better able we are to think conceptually. — Madeleine L'Engle

The daily coverage of the Vietnamese battlefield helped convince the American public that the carnage was not worth the candle. — Walter Cronkite