#surge

Insurgent, he says. Noun. A person who acts in opposition to the established authority, who is not necessarily regarded as a belligerent. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#insurgent #veronica-roth #acting

Surgeons can cut out everything except cause. ↗

— Herbert M. Shelton

#healing #health #medicine #surgery #medicine

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#four #insurgent #tobias #tris #body

Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am? ↗

— Veronica Roth

#strategy

I've never had plastic surgery, but if they made a new invention for making people taller, I'd be the first to have the surgery. ↗

— Alanna Ubach

#first #had #i #invention #made

Revenge is the sweetest of all human experiences, its sweetness stays forver. Page 41. THE SCALPEL – GAME BENEATH (www.hsrissam.com ↗

— H.S. Rissam

#cardiac-surgeon #cardiologist #echocardiolography #fiction #fiction-novel

I'll be your family now," he says. "I love you," I say. (....) He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say, "I love you. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#family #four #insurgent #love #tobias-and-tris

I'll be your family now." ~ Tobis 'Four ↗

— Veronica Roth

#four-tobias #insurgent #love #tris #family

Then the long nights, that were also days, in the hospital. And the long blanks, that were also nights. Needles, and angled glass rods to suck water through. Needles, and curious enamel wedges slid under your middle. Needles, and - needles and needles and needles. Like swarms of persistent mosquitoes with unbreakable drills. The way a pincushion feels, if it could feel. Or the target of a porcupine. Or a case of not just momentary but permanently endured static electricity after you scuff across a woolen rug and then put your finger on a light switch. Even food was a needle - a jab into a vein... ("For The Rest Of Her Life") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#needles #recovery #surgery #food

I sew his ears on from time to time, sure. ↗

— Patrick O'Brian

#friendship #maturin #surgery #friendship