Nursing is a progressive art such that to stand still is to go backwards.— Florence Nightingale
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The most important practical lesson than can be given to nurses is to teach them what to observe.
Live life when you have it. Life is a splendid gift-there is nothing small about it.
For us who Nurse, our Nursing is a thing, which, unless in it we are making progress every year, every month, every week, take my word for it we are going back. The more experience we gain, the more progress we can make.
How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.
The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm.
I think one's feelings waste themselves in words;
they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.
How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.
I attribute my success to this I never gave or took any excuse.
The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.
What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine.
They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation as any painter's or sculptor's work.
Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.
Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.
The only English patients I have ever known refuse tea, have been typhus cases;
and the first sign of their getting better was their craving again for tea.
Apprehension, uncertainty, waiting, expectation, fear of surprise, do a patient more harm than any exertion.
Rather, ten times, die in the surf, heralding the way to a new world, than stand idly on the shore.
Hospitals are only an intermediate stage of civilization, never intended .
.. to take in the whole sick population. May we hope that the day will come ... when every poor sick person will have the opportunity of a share in a district sick-nurse at home.
May we hope that, when we are all dead and gone, leaders will arise who have been personally experienced in the hard, practical work, the difficulties, and the joys of organizing nursing reforms, and who will lead far beyond anything we have done!
If a patient is cold, if a patient is feverish, if a patient is faint, if he is sick after taking food, if he has a bed-sore, it is generally the fault not of the disease, but of the nursing.
People talk about imitating Christ, and imitate Him in the little trifling formal things, such as washing the feet, saying His prayer, and so on; but if anyone attempts the real imitation of Him, there are no bounds to the outcry with which the presumption of that person is condemned.
It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm. It is quite necessary nevertheless to lay down such a principle.
A woman cannot live in the light of intellect.
Society forbids it. Those conventional frivolities, which are called her 'duties', forbid it. Her 'domestic duties', high-sounding words, which, for the most part, are but bad habits (which she has not the courage to enfranchise herself from, the strength to break through), forbid it.
By mortifying vanity we do ourselves no good.
It is the want of interest in our life which produces it; by filling up that want of interest in our life we can alone remedy it.
The 'kingdom of heaven is within,' indeed, but we must also create one without, because we are intended to act upon our circumstances.
To understand God's thoughts, one must study statistics, for these are the measure of His purpose.
The first possibility of rural cleanliness lies in water supply.
Unnecessary noise is the most cruel abuse of care which can be inflicted on either the sick or the well.
People say the effect is only on the mind.
It is no such thing. The effect is on the body, too. Little as we know about the way in which we are affected by form, by color, and light, we do know this, that they have an actual physical effect. Variety of form and brilliancy of color in the objects presented to patients, are actual means of recovery.
Nursing is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.
The martyr sacrifices themselves entirely in vain.
Or rather not in vain; for they make the selfish more selfish, the lazy more lazy, the narrow narrower.
The amount of relief and comfort experienced by the sick after the skin has been carefully washed and dried, is one of the commonest observations made at a sick bed.
For what is Mysticism? It is not the attempt to draw near to God, not by rites or ceremonies, but by inward disposition? Is it not merely a hard word for 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within'? Heaven is neither a place nor a time.
It is the unqualified result of all my experience with the sick that, second only to their need of fresh air, is their need of light; that, after a close room, what hurts them most is a dark room and that it is not only light but direct sunlight they want.
The account he gives of nurses beats everything that even I know of.
This young prophet says that they are all drunkards, without exception, Sisters and all, and that there are but two whom the surgeon can trust to give the patients their medicines.
No man, not even a doctor, ever gives any other definition of what a nurse should be than this-'devoted and obedient.' This definition would do just as well for a porter. It might even do for a horse. It would not do for a policeman.
Asceticism is the trifling of an enthusiast with his power, a puerile coquetting with his selfishness or his vanity, in the absence of any sufficiently great object to employ the first or overcome the last.
All disease, at some period or other of its course, is more or less a reparative process, not necessarily accompanied with suffering: an effort of nature to remedy a process of poisoning or of decay, which has taken place weeks, months, sometimes years beforehand, unnoticed.
Mysticism: to dwell on the unseen, to withdraw ourselves from the things of sense into communion with God - to endeavour to partake of the Divine nature; that is, of Holiness.
Women should have the true nurse calling, the good of the sick first the second only the consideration of what is their 'place' to do - and that women who want for a housemaid to do this or the charwomen to do that, when the patient is suffering, have not the making of a nurse in them.
The true foundation of theology is to ascertain the character of God.
It is by the aid of Statistics that law in the social sphere can be ascertained and codified, and certain aspects of the character of God thereby revealed. The study of statistics is thus a religious service.
Law is no explanation of anything; law is simply a generalization, a category of facts. Law is neither a cause, nor a reason, nor a power, nor a coercive force. It is nothing but a general formula, a statistical table.
I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.
Christ, if he had been a woman, might have been nothing but a great complainer
She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.
For it may safely be said, not that the habit of ready and correct observation will by itself make us useful nurses, but that without it we shall be useless with all our devotion.
The craving for 'the return of the day', which the sick so constantly evince, is generally nothing but the desire for light.
I never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small...
There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.
I cannot remember the time when I have not longed for death.
... for years and years I used to watch for death as no sick man ever watched for the morning.
Never underestimate the healing effects of beauty.
A want of the habit of observing and an inveterate habit of taking averages are each of them often equally misleading.