A Quote by Laurell K. Hamilton

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them. — © Laurell K. Hamilton
Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.
I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
The body's ills are the least of ills, for they end only in death, which is but a little thing. But if the spirit dies, then all is lost.
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since for the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
A lot of people think that fame is the Band-Aid that cures their ills. I'm no kid, and I knew long before I got famous that wasn't the deal. I'm the court jester, not the queen.
A thousand ills require a thousand cures.
Take the wonder drug that cures all your ills, take Jeremiah Peabody's polyunsaturated, quick dissolving, fast acting, pleasant tasting, green and purple pills.
The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer
Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts Are ills because we hoard them.
Love yourself. Just love yourself. In fact, the love of the self cures every kind of problem you have with yourself. For instance, if someone calls you nappy-headed, it rolls right off your body, if you love nappy hair. Or if someone calls you buck-toothed or too black, that won't be a problem if you love being buck-toothed or black. If you love it, then so what. The development of self-love cures many of the ills that people suffer from.
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]
For misdirected love, the attainment of its object is, indeed, the best cure; but it cures as the guillotine cures headache.
The citizens of Tumortown are forever assailed with cures and rumors of cures.
The power of music just kinda kills all those ills; it cures everything and you’ve got more energy just from the music. And, I’ve never seen it fail. It’s good for ya; real good for ya.
It is not enough to show that drug A is better than drug B on the average. One is invited to ask, 'For which people ("& why") is drug A better than drug B, and vice versa? If drug A cures 40% and drug B cures 60%, perhaps the right choice of drug for each person would result in 100% cures.'
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