Christie Watson Quotes

Sometimes, things fall apart...so we can put them together in a new way. It is time to make things right.

Sometimes we see only what we want to show ourselves.

We must row in whatever boat we find ourselves in.

If one imitates the upright, one becomes upright. If one imitates the crooked, one becomes crooked.

An owl is the wisest of all birds because the more it sees the the less it talks.

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. Mark Twain

I wished for someone to hold me up. Suddenly someone was there.

Beauty found a way to grow in the ugliest of places.

..there are two possible endings to every story.

There is nothing more powerful in the world than a naked woman.

No daughter and mother ever live apart, no matter what the distance between them.

A person becomes part of their surroundings.

Some things you cannot stop happening.

Some things are more than we can understand.

Sometimes words are more powerful than guns. And sometimes silence is more powerful than words. It is the things that are not said that are important.

It is impossible to describe exactly what I learn, though I know it lies somewhere between science and art. It is all about the smallest details and understanding how they make the biggest difference.

We will meet people on the way: patients, relatives and staff - people you may recognize already. Because we are all nursed at some point in our lives. We are all nurses.

When looking at her I imagine my childhood and I live it all over again. Having children is getting to live two lives.

...pride for men is like love for women. Very strong. The most important thing for men is pride.

Sometimes even if you think something is wrong, it must be done.

The words were out. The truth was hanging in the air..

Sometimes the sky is too blue.

I danced out my pain...It felt like praying, like flying.

I always want her to know she is loved. But I will make my own mistakes, I know. I can only hope that she will forgive me for those; forgiveness is all a parent can hope for.

I am so happy, to be your mama.

Nursing is a career that demands a chunk of your soul on a daily basis. The emotional energy needed to care for people at their most vulnerable is not limitless and there have been many days when, like most nurses, I have felt spent, devoid of any further capacity to give. I feel lucky that my family and friends are forgiving. Betty

Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood. Marie Curie

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,” he murmured lovingly, and even uttered reverently the one word, “Maître!” “Sherlock Holmes?” I asked. “Ah, non, non, not Sherlock Holmes! It is the author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, that I salute. These tales of Sherlock Holmes are in reality farfetched, full of fallacies and most artificially contrived. But the art of the writing—ah, that is entirely different. The pleasure of the language, the creation above all of that magnificent character, Dr. Watson. Ah, that was indeed a triumph.

We want justice! We want justice!’ We chanted at the Western Oil Company building; the mirrored glass showed our reflections multiplied as though we were millions. This gave us courage and we shouted louder, even when the men with guns also multiplied. Then we started singing. I copied the women around me as closely as possible. Grandma had taught me many songs but I did not know that one. We sang in unison, like a choir that had been practising all year for that one song. Grandma started it. It was an Ijaw song called Wo Ekilemo. Praise him. Her voice was low and quiet, but one by one we joined in. The sound of us women singing was so powerful that the glass moved on the expensive windows, and people inside the building started shutting the windows, even the high-up ones. The slams made us sing even louder. I imagined the white men on the other side of the windows, watching us as they drank their tea. I wondered if they understood why we were protesting. I wondered if they even cared. The security men waving their guns started swaying, as if their bodies were disobeying their commands. They were Ijaw, too, you see. They removed their hats, and rocked from side to side. I sang loudly until the part that said ‘I have overcome death, poverty and sickness’. I could not sing that part. My mind kept flashing to Ezikiel’s face. But then I joined in again, and our voices rose so high I thought they might reach Allah’s ears. Then we all took off our clothes. ‘There is nothing more powerful than a naked woman,’ Grandma said. ‘Nothing in the world.

I didn't always want to be a nurse.

At first I had not understood Mama. But as I grew older, maybe not wiser, certainly more realistic, I realized she did the best she could. She loved me, in her own way. Not everyone is born to be a mother. It does not come naturally to some women.

I tried to close my imagination, but it stayed open like a book that has been read too often.

Ah, non, non, not Sherlock Holmes! It is the author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, that I salute. These tales of Sherlock Holmes are in reality farfetched, full of fallacies and most artificially contrived. But the art of the writing ah, that is entirely different. The pleasure of the language, the creation above all of that magnificent character, Dr. Watson. Ah, that was indeed a triumph.

Watson to your Sherlock, in fact?

El jardín estaba lleno de formas y sombras punitagudas. Pero el cielo estaba iluminado. Las estrellas eran tan brillantes que cuando cerré los ojos permanecieron ahí, tras los párpados, como si mi cuerpo se hubiese tragado un poco de cielo.

Me pregunté qué dolía más, dar la vida o que te la quiten.

Se gandea la o lume in care nu existau decat copaci, fara oameni. Ce liniste ar fi atunci.

Agatha Christie’s first Miss Marple novel, Murder at the Vicarage, published in 1930, even included maps of the nameless village where a retired colonel is murdered in the study. The abundance of 1930s thrillers in which colonels are done to death in picturesque hamlets – the ‘Mayhem Parva’ school of writing as Colin Watson puts it – have a very particular kind of village in mind. It is in the Home Counties, ‘where there’s a church, a village inn, very handy for the odd Scotland Yard inspector and his man who come to stay for the regularly recurring crimes’.

Asa era intr-o casnicie, la batranete imparteai un pliculet de ceai intre doua cani vechi.

Un copilas nu este niciodata, in vecii vecilor, un dezastru, oricat de grea ar fi situatia. Un copilas, spuse el, cu ochii stralucind, este un dar de la Dumnezeu.

Baietelul meu scump, cand vei fi sanatos, vei avea norocul sa mergi la scoala. Scoala este ca un bilet de calatorie spre orice loc unde vei vrei sa pleci, si daca inveti foarte bine, vei putea calatori la clasa intai.

In Nigeria, cand eram eu mic, existau doar trei meserii: medicina, drept si inginerie. Copii primeau o carte si o palma dupa ceafa, fiindca jucau fotbal prea mult. Acum primesc o palma dupa ceafa fiindca citesc carti si, in schimb, li se da o minge de forbal, spuse el. izbucnind in ras. Asta ca sa vedeti cum s-au schimbat vremurile!

Who is the dog, by the way? Dr. Watson, I presume." "My name is Hastings," I said coldly.

Suffering, and even the sensation of pain, can be reduced by kindness.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

Kindness, empathy, compassion and providing dignity. This is what makes a good nurse. —