O caledonia! Stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! What mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
To me, doctors and nurses and teachers are heroes, doing often infinitely more difficult work than the more flamboyant kind of a hero.
I was born, and the doctor left. And then the nurse is like, 'Doctor, I think there's another one.'
So why don't nurses do home visits to Americans with acute conditions? Hospitals aren't paid for it.
My mom was a nurse at Rikers Island and she cried to me about not going the wrong route.
This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.
Boston is a moral and intellectual nursery always busy applying first principles to trifles.
My mother read nursery rhymes to me, and my grandmother told me folk stories, but as a child I had no interest in writing whatsoever.
The nurses at the hospital tried to soothe me, and they even tried unsuccessfully at one point to return me to Americans.
It is the nurse that the child first hears, and her words that he will first attempt to imitate.