#nurse

The nurses were all angels in my eyes. ↗

— Randy Castillo

#eyes #nurses #were

For the last 3 years, we have celebrated National Nurses Week. Beginning on May 6, we will once again have the opportunity to truly commend the nursing community for their contributions to our national health delivery system. ↗

— Nathan Deal

#beginning #celebrated #commend #community #contributions

I'm an Air force Brat and I've lived all over the world and this country and there were people in my community who were gay - nurses, hairdressers, designers - people who just had a different way about themselves. ↗

— Pam Grier

#air #air force #brat #community #country

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse. ↗

— Elizabeth Kenny

#panic #part #plays #training

They were a group of two dozen nurses completely surrounded by 100,000 unattached American men. ↗

— James A. Michener

#american men #completely #dozen #group #men

I knew what I wanted to do for my entire life, from nursery to university. I've always been geared towards wanting to act. I've stuck with it, dedicated time to it. ↗

— Archie Panjabi

#always #been #dedicated #entire #entire life

I think what should be celebrated about our campaign is we have over 3 million people who have contributed to our campaign - teachers, firefighters, nurses, retirees. They're making up the backbone of this field organization in the country. ↗

— David Plouffe

#backbone #campaign #celebrated #contributed #country

Well, it so happens that I have had a spinal curvature since I was about thirteen and every once in a while that has given me some trouble, and at that time it began to kick up again. and occasionally I have to get into bed and nurse a severe backache. ↗

— Ethel Rosenberg

#again #bed #began #every #get

If the ghost that haunts the towns of Ypres and Arras and Albert is the staturory British Tommy, slogging with rifle and pack through its ruined streets to this well-documented destiny ‘up the line’, then the ghost of Boulogne and Etaples and Rouen ought to be a girl. She’s called Elsie or Gladys or Dorothy, her ankles are swollen, her feet are aching, her hands reddened and rough. She has little money, no vote, and has almost forgotten what it feels like to be really warm. She sleeps in a tent. Unless she has told a diplomatic lie about her age, she is twenty-three. She is the daughter of a clergyman, a lawyer or a prosperous businessman, and has been privately educated and groomed to be a ‘lady’. She wears the unbecoming outdoor uniform of a VAD or an army nurse. She is on active service, and as much a part of the war as Tommy Atkins. ↗

— Lyn Macdonald

#war #world-war-i #age

Christ can forgive you," he whispered, though he didn't believe it. There wasn't a hint of compassion in those ice-blue eyes. "That's grand," she said. Her features became again those of the pleasant brown-haired nurse. She smiled, pulled the pillow from under his head, and covered his face. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#christianity #evil #murder #nurse #suffocation