Elizabeth Kenny Quotes

The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

He looked at the book, took my name, and consulted his records. Then he informed me I had been lost at sea and was dead. Under the circumstances, he could not possibly give me any money... Even the fact that he was dealing with someone who had been dead for several days failed to awaken interest in his official heart.

It's better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.

He who angers you conquers you.

Panic plays no part in the training of a nurse.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

His response was remarkable for its irrelevance, if for nothing else.

If someone angers you, they control you.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

Fortunately, perhaps, I was completely ignorant of the orthodox theory of the disease polio-myelitis.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse.

I'd like to live every moment of my life, but not a moment after.

My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

I was wholly unprepared for the extraordinary attitude of the medical world in its readiness to condemn anything that smacked of reform or that ran contrary to approved methods of practice.

The American doctor possesses a combination of conservatism and... an eagerness to know what it is really all about, in order that he may not be the one left behind if there is something to it.

It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason is that one fears to be thought of as an arrant braggart.

A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.