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Quotations About / On: FEVER
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
(Georg Büchner (1813-1837), German dramatist, revolutionary. Trans. by Gerhard P. Knapp (1995). Leonce and Lena, act II (1838).)
The California fever is not likely to take us off.... There is neither romance nor glory in digging for gold after the manner of the pictures in the geography of diamond washing in Brazil.
(Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822-1893), U.S. president. Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes: Nineteenth President of the United States, vol. I, p. 265, ed. Charles Richard Williams, The Ohio State Archaeological and Historical Society, 5 vols. (1922-1926), Hayes to Fanny Hayes Platt (10 March 1849).
Written to his sister from Texas.)
Love isn't actually a feeling at allit's an illness, a certain condition of body and soul.... Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his willjust like cholera or a fever.
(Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev (1818-1883), Russian author. Aleksei Petrovich, "A Correspondence," letter, September, 1842 (1856).)
In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, with hope & love, & go as brave as the zodiack. In age we put out another sort of perspiration; gout, fever, rheumatism, caprice, doubt, fretting, and avarice.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Emerson in His Journals, October-November 1849, ed. Joel Porte (1982).)