“Remember my name– you’ll be screaming it later.”

Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.

The next Christ will perhaps be a female Christ.

It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm. It is quite necessary nevertheless to lay down such a principle.

The ‘kingdom of heaven is within,’ indeed, but we must also create one without, because we are intended to act upon our circumstances.

I cannot remember the time when I have not longed for death. For years and years I used to watch for death as no sick man ever watched for the morning.

I can stand out the war with any man.

For the sick it is important to have the best.

There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.

The craving for ‘the return of the day’, which the sick so constantly evince, is generally nothing but the desire for light.

I am not yet worthy; and I will live to deserve to be called a Trained Nurse.

The very elements of what constitutes good nursing are as little understood for the well as for the sick. The same laws of health, or of nursing, for they are in reality the same, obtain among the well as among the sick.

There are no specific diseases only specific disease conditions.

Woman has nothing but her affections,–and this makes her at once more loving and less loved.

The first possibility of rural cleanliness lies in water supply.

I stand at the altar of murdered men, and, while I live, I fight their cause.

The only English patients I have ever known refuse tea, have been typhus cases; and the first sign of their getting better was their craving again for tea.

Echo of a Scream (1937).’ I got spun out by the way he creates tension and movement through the interlocking details in the painting.

Half the time I feel like I’m talking to the wall because you don’t react at all and then the shock comes when I begin to scream that I just want somebody to listen to me.

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red. I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature.

I would love to do a ‘Scream’-type movie.

Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!

Be glad I don’t have my gun because right now I’m considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.

I am trying my hardest to stay away from the horror movies just because I feel like people are thinking that’s what I do, that I’m a scream queen. I’d like to stay away from that.