#anti

Physicians do not systematically prescribe placebos to their patients. Hence they have no way of comparing the effects of the drugs they prescribe to placebos. When they prescribe a treatment and it works, their natural tendency is to attribute the cure to the treatment. But there are thousands of treatments that have worked in clinical practice throughout history. Powdered stone worked. So did lizard's blood, and crocodile dung, and pig's teeth and dolphin's genitalia and frog's sperm. Patients have been given just about every ingestible - though often indigestible - substance imaginable. They have been 'purged, puked, poisoned, sweated, and shocked', and if these treatments did not kill them, they may have made them better. ↗

— Irving Kirsch

#history #treatments #imagination

I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it. ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#faults #flaws #hopeless-romantic #love #real

The place of happiness you can return to is in the arms of the one you love. ↗

— Yuki Yoshihara

#love #romantic #love

I live you, Sky...I live you so much. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #i-live-you #like-and-love #live #romantic

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion ↗

— Edmund Spenser

#love #separation #weariness #love

The best part of falling in love is the mystery and excitement of not knowing. The worst part of falling in love is the mystery and agony of not knowing. ↗

— Gayle Hayes

#love

There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover,’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romance-love #romantic-suspense #love

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love

But just for a minute. I won't be gone long and if she wakes up before I get back tell her that I love her. ↗

— Amanda Stephan

#love #loving #romance #romantic-suspense #the-price-of-trust

He turned back to Lara, his alert gaze raking over her tearful face. Somehow the solid reality of his presence eased her panic. He folded her in his arms, anchoring her against his chest, murmuring quietly into her hair. Sniffling, Lara reached inside his waistcoat until her palm rested over the steady beat of his heart. The sensation of his warm breath sinking down to her scalp me her quiver. It was so terribly intimate, crying in his arms... even more personal than making love. But he had never felt so much like a husband to her as he did in this moment. Quieting, she inhaled his familiar scent and let out a shaky sigh. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romantic #sweet #love