Disorder In The Court Book Quotes

I don’t mean to sound puffed up, but I think—I believe, anyway, that there were boys who might have wanted to court me if I’d given them any encouragement. But I was shy, and none of them seemed to have so great an advantage over books as to be worth the effort.

When you were dying, Edward quickly discovered, people would let you do pretty much whatever you wanted. So he made some new unofficial decrees: 1. The king was allowed to sleep in as long as he wished. 2. The king no longer had to wear seven layers of elaborate, jewel-encrusted clothing. Or silly hats with feathers. Or pants that resembled pumpkins. Or tights. From now on, unless it was a special occasion, he was fine in just a simple shirt and trousers. 3. Dessert was to be served first. Blackberry pie, preferably. With whipped cream. 4. The king would no longer be taking part in any more dreary studies. His fine tutors had filled his head with enough history, politics and philosophy to last him two lifetimes, and as he was unlikely to get even half of one lifetime, there was no need for study. No more lessons, he decided. No more books. No more tutors' dirty looks. 5. The king was now going to reside in the top of the southeast turret, where he could sit in the window ledge and gaze out at the river for as long as he liked. 6. No one at court would be allowed to say the following words or phrases: affliction, illness, malady, sickness, disease, disorder, ailment, infirmity, convalescence, indisposition, malaise, plight, plague, poor health, failing health, what's going around, or your condition. Most of all, no one was allowed to say the word dying. And finally (and perhaps most importantly, for the sake of our story) 7. Dogs would now be allowed inside the palace. More specifically, his dog.

The reason some people do not experience God in their life is the same reason that we do not notice that something is going wrong with our marriage untill we arrive in a divorce court or that something is wrong with our child until we got a phone call from the police station . Simply put....Because we do not pay attention

There are times when wanting your own death is seen not as pathological but as a rational decision, a choice to which you are entitled. It's telling, though, that the kinds of pain North American society acknowledges as so unbearable as to make death an acceptable choice don't include the pain caused by mental illness. In Canada and in some US states, a doctor can legally help you die if you have terminal cancer, but not if a mental illness is wrecking your life. That could change—there will likely be court challenges of the mental illness prohibition on medically assisted death—but a proper discussion of what that might look like, of how a doctor would distinguish between a desire to die driven by a disorder's skewed thinking and a desire to die driven by a rational assessment of what a disorder is doing to your life, is beyond the scope of this book. It is no doubt a question society will have to answer: Why does the pain of people who are crazy carry less weight than the pain of those who are not?