A Quote by Shane Koyczan

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch. — © Shane Koyczan
A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.
The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
The relationships we have with our doctors are often the most trusted relationships of our lives. Our doctors tell us hard truths that others will not. We often tell our doctors what we will not tell others. We trust our doctors to give us the good, the bad and the ugly about our health so that each of us can make an informed decision.
If bliss is to scratch an itch, what greater bliss, no itch at all? So too, the worldly, desirous, find some bliss, But greatest is the bliss with no desire
Jesus Christ is a prince of peace. He told us to live in peace. He told us to love our enemies. He told us to do good to them that spitefully use us.
One learns to itch where one can scratch.
Film is an itch I have yet to scratch.
Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.
When I get an artistic itch, I have to scratch it.
Itch to read, scratch to understand.
Fidelity--a strong itch with a prohibition to scratch.
Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.
They've lied about everything.-about the fence, and the existence of Invalids, about a million other things besides. They told us the raids were carried out for our own protection. They told us the regulators were only interested in keeping the peace. They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, maight also be a lie.
One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.
My parents always told my sister and me that if we wanted to, we could be doctors and lawyers, like my father and his brothers, like some of their women friends. Denise and I had art in our sights, though.
Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
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