Quotations About / On: FEVER

Quotations About / On: FEVER
Suman Pokhrel
I want the fever to grab me forever, and want you to be my fever.
Duc De La Rochefoucauld, François
Youth is a continual drunkenness; it is the fever of reason.
Dennis Lange
Spring fever turns some into blooming idiots.
Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda
My soccer fever starts one month before the world cup and vanishes after the 'Grand Finale'!
Georg Büchner
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, and go as brave as the zodiac. In age, we put out another sort of perspiration—out, fever, rheumatism, caprice, doubt, fretting, avarice.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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.
Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
Love isn't actually a feeling at all—it'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 will—just like cholera or a fever.
Rutherford Birchard Hayes
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.
Franz Grillparzer
Which people desire to lose what they possess? A sick man his fever, a tormented husband his wife, a gambler his debts, and a girl—her virginity.
William Shakespeare
Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
William Wordsworth
the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Piccola Scimmia
And the harshest my fever is, and thus deeper my delirium. The clearer my vision, and sharper my lucidity.
William Shakespeare
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Edgar Allan Poe
Thank Heaven! the crisis — The danger, is past, And the lingering illness, Is over at last M, And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last.
William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Warren Falcon
I, Twitter, stutteringly remember in cyber chases, late night, sitting at computer scrabbling after old grievances such are lovers, cheaters, jilts, and those rare 'got-lucky' graces, unexpected shudders and shoulders where I broke open, finally laid, laid waste for future flatterers and failures of heart. Sniffing my fingers for remnant tents, I recall, sickened, the candy at every fair, hand fulls gorged, glutted, belly sore and wanting more, drowned in the push-shove of fevered bodies intent on the fast rides where one loses stomach for the ordinary. Dizzy, I grab my ankles, confess instead, I've puked my guts from excess, spun sugar and cartwheels, mechanical distractions ghosting up Stillborn nights holding their breath well past bedtime. At a window counting railroad cars a boy thief is stealing circus hours.

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