Terminal Illness Quotes

“It's true, I suffer a great deal--but do I suffer well? That is the question.”
― Therese de Lisieux, St. Therese of Lisieux: Her Last Conversations

“I am reminded of an image...that living with a terminal disease is like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss. But that living without disease is also like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss, only with some fog or cloud cover obscuring the depths a bit more -- sometimes the wind blowing it off a little, sometimes a nice dense cover.”
― Nina Riggs, The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying

“A terminal illness forces us to make every second count, whereas the forces of boredom make us count every second.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Fear, poverty, alcoholism, loneliness are terminal illnesses. Emergencies, in fact.”
― Lucia Berlin, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories

“Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it’s probably good for you.
Julia wasn’t so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn’t led her wrong so far.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Quizá le parezca raro que me haya mostrado tan dispuesta a aceptarlo así, en seguida. ¿Sabe a qué se debe? Se debe a que, ante la perspectiva de vivir menos que los demás, me he propuesto vivir más deprisa.”
― Alejando Dumas, La dama de las camelias

“I think of Gould and his essay every time I have a patient with a terminal illness. There is almost always a long tail of possibility, however thin. What’s wrong with looking for it? Nothing, it seems to me, unless it means we have failed to prepare for the outcome that’s vastly more probable. The trouble is that we’ve built our medical system and culture around the long tail. We’ve created a multitrillion-dollar edifice for dispensing the medical equivalent of lottery tickets—and have only the rudiments of a system to prepare patients for the near certainty that those tickets will not win. Hope is not a plan, but hope is our plan.”
― Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

“Three, 300, or 3,000 - these are the number of unknown days, a week, a year, or a decade, each far too precious little and yet, poignantly too much at the same time, to see an irrevocably declined loved one languish and suffer. That fear-ridden, irreversible release lingers in the doorway, but hesitates for reasons we don't understand, leaving us to weep with a mixture of angst and gratitude all at the same time. It is finally ushered all the way in, to comfort and carry our loved one to that Better Place. When the time finally comes, we can be enveloped in a warm cloak of long-awaited acceptance and peace that eases our own pain. It quiets the grief which has moaned inside of us, at least some, every single one of those bittersweet days, weeks... or years.”
― Connie Kerbs, Paths of Fear: An Anthology of Overcoming Through Courage, Inspiration, and the Miracle of Love

“We must love the Holy Spirit who breathed his healing books through a mortal vessel for all people of all race and gender to be healed and saved from demise. We must do away with hate, discrimination, abuse, malice, dissension, fraud and all injustice. This will enable sound healing for all people and this world will be healed from terminal, chronic and rare diseases, the Lord God Almighty, will remove all natural disasters and atrocities from happening. Other than that, there is no peace and salvation in this world.”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Healing For Terminal Illness: Golgotha Hallelujah

“*Terminal* is a harsh word when used in the context of death and not one we'd ever uttered aloud. But according to Webster's, it's also a place people pass through on their way to somewhere else. Deborah knew her "somewhere else" was heaven. She was just hoping the rain was delayed.

I scooped a tear off her cheek and tried to slip around her question. "We're all terminal," I said, smiling gently. "None of us makes it out of here alive.”
― Ron Hall, Same Kind of Different as Me: A Modern-Day Slave, an International Art Dealer, and the Unlikely Woman Who Bound Them Together

“Why this girl? Why had this girl crawled right under his skin and made an uncomfortable home there? Why did he want to make things good for her, to see her smile, to make her face
and her voice make all those interesting shapes and noises? Why did he want to stay up late with her when he knew she should be sleeping, just to hear her talk about maths and politics and the
state of the world?
This was not Quentin. Quentin did not like skinny girls. He didn’t like serious girls. And he really hated bossy girls.
Quentin loved curvy, fun, uncomplicated girls; girls who laughed at his jokes and took off their bras when they danced on tables. If they wore bras at all. Yet here he was, washing up and mopping and feeling like five kinds of an arsehole over hurting the feelings of some skinny, serious, bossy girl.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Quentin wasn’t stupid, despite living what his father called ‘a lifestyle unworthy of yourself’.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a sure-fire way to impress this girl, who was as cute as hell but wound tighter than one of his father’s antique clocks.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“As an ex-footballer, sometimes surfer and wannabe rock star, Quentin had been fucked by cheerleaders, surfer girls and groupies, but he had never, ever been fucked like that.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Parents: Do you have babies and toddlers who are afflicted by terminal illness, rare and incurable diseases? When all is not well for them, read to them this beautiful, enjoyable and lively healing book breathed by the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God for your little ones' healing: Dear Baby Be Healed From Terminal Illness: Cutting Through soul and spirit by Stellah Mupanduki ...You will forget that there is illness in your household because you will encounter the healing presence of the Holy Spirit touching you and your little one with sound healing. Smile...cheer up, all will be well for you.”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Dear Baby Be Healed From Terminal Illness: Cutting through soul and spirit

“I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up. I never thought of being married, as you all did. I couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Then I don't feel as if I'd wasted my life. I'm not so good as you make me, but I have tried to do right. And now, when it's too late to begin even to do better, it's such a comfort to know that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I'd helped them.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Truth or Care by Stewart Stafford

It's not every day you find out you're going to die,
A sweaty doctor hit me right between the eyes,
With my body's Judas kiss and then I was prey,
Life had left me without any cards to play.

Reading the shocked expression on my face,
The doctor played his "it's treatable" ace,
Treatable is good but curable is better,
Survival hinges on the placement of letters.

Turns out I never had a chance, sadly,
The doctor lied to me and lied badly,
Flop sweat had put truth to the sword,
And I'm writing all this through a ouija board.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“He shook his head at her question. Did women really think men cared about that stuff? Did he care if she did this all the time? Definitely, definitely not. He could honestly say he did not give a flying fuck whether this girl dragged guys home every other day to have her way with them for seven hours. He was just glad as hell she’d decided to do it with him. Today. And hopefully maybe again. Sometime.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Three, 300, or 3,000 - these are the number of unknown hours, days, a week, a year, or a decade, each far too precious little and yet, poignantly too much at the same time, to see an irrevocably declined loved one languish and suffer. That fear-ridden, irreversible release lingers in the doorway, but hesitates for reasons we don't understand, leaving us to weep a special cocktail of tears made of angst and gratitude, permeating us with some of the deepest emotions we will ever know. Finally, the release is ushered all the way in, to comfort and carry our loved one to that Better Place. It also envelopes us in a warm cloak of acceptance and peace that eases our own pain. It quiets the grief which has moaned inside of us, at least some, every single one of those bittersweet hours, days, weeks... or years.” Until that day of our own flying away, and beholding our loved one again, in that Beautiful Paradise.”
― Connie Kerbs, Paths of Fear: An Anthology of Overcoming Through Courage, Inspiration, and the Miracle of Love

“The pressure remains all in one direction, toward doing more, because the only mistake clinicians seem to fear is doing too little. Most have no appreciation that equally terrible mistakes are possible in the other direction—that doing too much could be no less devastating to a person's life.”
― Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

“Being an Author who writes and advocates about tough things people go through in life; the Holy Spirit encourages me to encourage all people to be persevering in-spite of whatever hardships they are going through, or whatever horror they feel they are facing in their lives”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Dear Baby Be Healed From Terminal Illness: Cutting through soul and spirit

“The beauty of having blog books 1 to 9 by Stellah Mupanduki, is that, they strongly touch your life in a random way because of the Holy presence of the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God, who knows how to intercede on your behalf in matters you know nothing about. You will be uplifted and strengthened with sound healing, cleansing and protection coming from God Almighty for your your body and life and everything in your life. Amen…”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Blog 8: Blogging of a Healing Blogger In The Name of Jesus Christ

“With the Stellah Mupanduki healing books breathed by the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God, you will find inner peace and your hope is fulfilled. God is above all powers. Do not hesitate to read and find your healing in this day and age. Get rid of hopeless thoughts and embrace these healing books given to you by God Almighty himself and be healed…There is no doubt about this…Hallelujah...Sacred Writing…So that you are healed...Anointed Readers”
― Stellah Mupanduki, Be Healed From Breast Cancer

“We lay in the tent at the edge of Lyme Regis, on a patch of grass between the lobster pots and the chalets, and let death in.”
― Raynor Winn, The Salt Path

“Disease intensifies narcissism, especially if it is terminal.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Darkened Light by Stewart Stafford

Ephemeral life fading,
As a ground shadow,
The cat in the shade,
The sun's arm draped.

Pose for a photograph,
Thousand-yard stare,
In denial of expiration,
That bodily eviction.

Take a breather inside,
Too drained for more,
Crash and burn out,
Let quietus wash over.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“If you are called upon to help with the terminal illness of a loved one, the best way is to constantly have in mind the impossibility of a soul being terminal.”
― Donna Goddard, Love Matters

“Preferably, I’d like to die a painless death, and how many times have I thought of it… but because it saddens the people around me, I was not able to say it. But that, too, is a lie. If I were given a chance, I would love to live. I do not want to be separated from my loving family. (From Dare ga Otome Game da to Itta! / Who Said This Was an Otome Game! / 誰が乙女ゲームだといった！)”
― Narayama Bakufu