A Quote by Jessye Norman

I was given a stethoscope in a child's 'doctor's bag' at about age six and I loved it! One could hear the heart beating through that plastic toy. — © Jessye Norman
I was given a stethoscope in a child's 'doctor's bag' at about age six and I loved it! One could hear the heart beating through that plastic toy.
The idea of a spiritual heart transplant is a vivid image to me; once you have the heart of somebody else inside you, then that heart is there. Jesus' heart is inside me, and my heart is gone. So if God were to place a stethoscope against my chest, he would hear the heart of Jesus Christ beating.
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
At 3, I played an innocent game of doctor, minus the stethoscope and medicine bag.
He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.
A perfect mind comes from a perfect heart, not the heart known by a doctor's stethoscope but the heart which is the seat of God.
The doctor who applied a stethoscope to my heart was not satisfied. I was told to get my papers with the clerk in the outer hall. I was medically rejected.
Were British protesters, armed with little more than a frisbee and a bag of plastic toy soldiers, really in danger of being shot by the US military in Gloucestershire?
Every day we hear about the dangers of cancer, heart disease and AIDS. But how many of us realize that, in much of the world, the act of giving life to a child is still the biggest killer of women of child-bearing age?
When a new post-war generation has grown to puberty and to youth and to manhood and womanhood, it should read, and it should be realistically told, of the futility, the idiocy, the utter depravity of war. For that matter, this instruction could begin at the age of six with the taking of those toy guns out of those toy holsters and throwing them in the ash-cans where they belong.
No problem is insoluble, given a big enough plastic bag.
I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.
For six years, I kept my five Olympic medals wrapped in a plastic bread bag beneath my bed.
I think I was nervous enough, even at 3:00 a.m., that you could hear my heart beating over the microphone.
I can hear my heart beating. I can hear my stomach growling. I can hear my teeth grinding and my joints creaking. My body's so noisy, I can't sleep.
A doctor has a stethoscope up to a man's chest. The man asks, "Doc, how do I stand?" The doctor says, "That's what puzzles me!"
loved the show as a child and felt I could not do it justice. [on turning down the role of the new Doctor Who
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