Poultice Quotes & Sayings

Nanny just tended to put a hot poultice on everything and recommend a large glass of whatever the patient liked best on the basis that since you were going to be ill anyway you might as well get some enjoyment out of it. — Terry Pratchett

...mention chess and most people's eyes glaze over. They think of two old geezers, one of whom has died but no one has noticed, in overstuff armchairs at the Diogenes Club. — Charles Krauthammer

How many dishonorable discharges have you had?" "Lots," said Nobby, proudly. "But I always puts a poultice on 'em. — Terry Pratchett

The existence of a world without God seems to me less absurd than the presence of a God, existing in all of his perfection, creating imperfect man in order to make him run the risk of Hell. — Armand Salacrou

But we were madly in love! I didn't even consider leaving her because of her ghost vagina. She meant everything to me. I loved her this much! (That means infinitely). — Carlton Mellick III

You're getting well,' Samuel said. 'Some people think it's an insult to the glory of their sickness to get well. But the time poultice is no respecter of glories. Everyone gets well if he waits around. — John Steinbeck

It's amazing how our brains can create all kinds of ways of avoiding the truth. Especially when there's something you just don't want to face about yourself, or someone you love. We never get tired of running from ourselves. Never get tired of making excuses. — Jeff Lemire

And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

All politicians know that every 'temporary' political initiative promised as a short-term poultice stays on the books forever. — Cynthia Ozick

By some small miracle this angel thought I was good enough for her, I was hers. Body and soul. — Kendall Ryan

Is being burnt a requisite for the making of art? Personally, I don't think it is. But art is poultice for a burn. It is a privilege to have, somewhere within you, a capacity for making something speak from your own seared experience. — Molly Peacock

Caligula - And what has Nature done for you?

Scipio - It consoles me for not being. Ceasar.

Caligula - Really? And do you think Nature could console me for being Ceasar?

Scipio - Why not? Nature has healed worse wounds than that. — Albert Camus

It is a peculiar thing in life that the people you most particularly want to edge away from always seem to cluster round like a poultice. — P.G. Wodehouse

[Echo] dumped her backpack on the floor besides the door. "Children," she called, "I'm home."
Ivy popped her head out of the bathroom door on the opposite side of the room, long, snowy hair-feathers gleaming in the dim light.
"Oh, thank the gods," she answered, wiping her hands on a washcloth as she walked over to Echo. "If I had to listen to Jasper whine about his poultice one more time, I was going to gag him."
"Excuse me, young lady, I do not whine," Jasper said, angling his head to glare at Ivy. "I lament."
Ivy rolled her eyes. "You're nineteen, Jasper. Don't you 'young lady' me. — Melissa Grey

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time. — George R R Martin

Oh, darling, just look at your poor face. You're going to need an herb poultice and a fresh piece of steak for that wound."
"And here I was looking forward to eating dinner, not wearing it on my face. — Tracy Anne Warren

She gathered some brown seaweed and made a flat damp poultice of it, and this she applied to the baby's swollen shoulder, which was as good a remedy as any and probably better than the doctor could have done. But the remedy lacked his authority because it was simple and didn't cost anything. — John Steinbeck

This wobbly world
host to insects and lint
and a thousand pithy ways
to feel unserious each minute
It brings about
a great softening of the mind, like
the clouded edges of sea glass (this
filter you could download and apply)
A poultice or an opiate,
rigidly individual. Alone
and erasing sentences to splinters.
(Poem No. 5) — Erin J. Watson

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice. — Jodi Picoult

I found it when I was getting the crushed bees for Merripen's poultice. I brought it back for you." He looked vaguely apologetic. "I meant to tell you about it earlier, but it slipped my mind."
Amelia stifled a laugh. The average man would hardly forget something like a cache box possibly containing treasure ... but to Cam, it probably had little more significance than a box of hazelnuts. "Only you," she said, "could go looking for bee venom and find hidden treasure." Lifting the box, she shook it gently, feeling the movement of weighty objects within. "Blast, it's locked." She reached in the wild disarray of her coiffure. Finding a hairpin, she handed it to him.
"Why do you assume I can pick a lock?" he asked, a sly flicker in his eyes.
"I have complete faith in your criminal abilities," she said. "Open it, please."
Obligingly he bent the pin and inserted it into the ancient lock. — Lisa Kleypas