Coma Quotes

“How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“My message to you is this: pretend that you have free will. It's essential that you behave as if your decisions matter, even though you know they don't. The reality isn't important: what's important is your belief, and believing the lie is the only way to avoid a waking coma. Civilization now depends on self-deception. Perhaps it always has.”
― Ted Chiang, Exhalation

“What does this say about the life you've lived, then?'

'Part of it— just part of it —was a coma, but I prefer to call it a parallel life. It sounds better. Problem is that most of us have— live, that is—more than two parallel lives.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“إن بلادنا في حاجة إلى جرعات قوية من قلة الأدب حيال الملوك حتى تفيق من إغمائها الطويل”
― Naguib Mahfouz, Sugar Street

“I've gotta something more important to offer, something I'm sure mom cares about more than anything.

"Mommy, I am... so skinny right now. I'm finally down to 89 pounds."

I'm in the ICU with my dying mother, and the thing that I'm sure will get her to wake up, is the fact that in the days since mom has been hospitalized, my fear and sadness have morphed into the perfect anorexia motivation cocktail, and finally I have achieved mom's current goal weight for me: 89 pounds.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“But reality creeps in wherever you live, however pretty the flowers are, however blue the sky, however great the parties. The only people who actually live in dreams are people in comas.”
― David Mitchell, Utopia Avenue

“Sure, scars can be painfull to look at, reminding you where you've been, but they also remind you of how far you've come.”
― GirlDrawsManga

“Three never-ending days I've spent in this armchair, walking a knife's edge between sanity and madness, studying every rise and fall of her chest just to be sure she's still breathing.

My lungs only fill when hers do, and the time between my heartbeats is filled with sharp, all consuming fear.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I told the joke, but someone else got the high five. That’s like me drinking a cup of coffee and a guy in a coma waking up. Go back to bed, buddy, your golfing days are over.”
― Jarod Kintz, To be good at golf you must go full koala bear

“A deep kiss can put you in an emotional state of coma, sometimes in a reckless vulnerability, we lose virginity and sanity, and maybe our bond of love becomes strong or weak.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“The sun is shining, mynah birds are chattering, palm trees are swaying, so what. I'm in the hospital and I'm healthy. My heart is beating as it should. My brain is firing off messages that are loud and clear. My wife is on the upright hospital bed, positioned the way people sleep on airplanes, her body stiff, head cocked to the side. Her hands on her lap.”
― Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants

“With their mother lying in a coma twenty miles away, they clung together drunkenly and wept for the loss of their father.”
― Richard Yates, The Easter Parade

“To tell your soul that you love it, is like remembering who you are after being in a coma for a hundred years. Your face will beam the light of a hundred galaxies.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“We do not know what it's like to be a bat, we do not know what it's like to be in coma. we can't even say that we know what it's like to be sleeping. We can say what it's like to be restored to consciousness after sleeping. If there are no dreams during our sleep then the sleeping life is an empty life. We might say of such a life that it's not like being anything. We protect that life on the assumption that come the morning its normal functions will be restored. Suppose it was the case however that such functions were only restored every two days... every eight days... twice a year but only briefly. I assume the point is clear. Actions that end life are irretrievable. If we are mistaken at that point there is no going back.”
― Daniel N. Robinson, Consciousness and Its Implications

“I would say she’s in the place where the river of time runs into, where the holograms go when they disappear into the air, she is neither completely dreaming, nor fully awake,”
― Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture

“Years ago, he shaved off his beard, without telling her, just appeared at the breakfast table one morning with half his face missing, or so it seemed to her in the first, shocked moment of seeing him. If she had met him in the street she would not have recognised him, except for his eyes. How strange he looked, grotesque, almost, with those indecently naked cheeks and the chin flat and square like the blunt edge of a stone axe. It was as if the top part of his head had been taken off and carved and trimmed and jammed down into the scooped-out jaws of a stranger. She almost wept, but he went on eating his toast as if nothing had happened. He had bought a cut-throat razor with an ivory handle, an antique thing from the last century; he showed it to her in its black velvet box lined with scarlet satin. She could not look at it without a shiver. He liked to show off his skill with it, and would leave the bathroom door open so she could admire the deft way he wielded the dangerous, gleaming thing, holding it at an elegant angle between fingertips and thumb, his little finger fastidiously crooked, and sweeping the blade raspingly through the snow-like foam. Harsh light above the bath and the steely shine of the mirror and one dark, humorously cocked eye glancing at her sideways from the glass. Where is it now, she wonders, that razor? In a week or two he got tired of using it and let his beard grow back.”
― John Banville, The Infinities

“It had been so long I was hoping he had died or slipped into a coma or something less dramatic but equally permanent so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.”
― Laney Wylde, Never Touched

“Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?
They say the living arena Earth and the dead are out,
But where are those trapped in-between high and low?
Where exactly are you wandering about?

Why would this happen to a human being?
I want to curse God and call him a fake,
But I am too desperate to risk ruining
The chance he may choose to help today.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“I miss her so much. So much. I can’t sleep. I just cry. Sometimes when I’m in bed, and my arm loses circulation, or my leg is in a weird position, I think of her. Her stiffness. I just lay there, with my body, frozen, imagining if that’s what she feels like... I lay my tongue out like this, all dry." He deforms himself. "I twist my wrist, and I tell her, 'Goodnight.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“Be loving, kind, merciful, forgiving, encouraging, grateful, non-judgmental and useful.”
― M.K. McDaniel, Misfit in Hell to Heaven Expat: Lessons from a Dark Near-Death Experience and How to Avoid Hell in the Afterlife

“Have fun, party hard, and tell her I love her.”
― GirlDrawsManga

“≫Koma. I resten af…≪ Mortimer kastede et hurtigt blik på timeglasset, ≫hans liv. Hvilket vil være evigt, nu da terningen er væk. Død, men ikke død. Levende, men ikke levende. Kan du se, hvor skræmmende det er?≪”
― Kenneth Bøgh Andersen, Dødens terning

“Robin Cook - Coma (1977), great scientists and researches in my own country. Great doctors. Yes.”
― Petra Hermans, Voor een betere wereld

“Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?
They say the living are on Earth and the dead are out,
But where are those trapped in-between high and low?
Where exactly are you wandering about?

Why would this happen to a human being?
I want to curse God and call him a fake,
But I am too desperate to risk ruining
The chance he may choose to help today.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?
They say the living are on Earth and the dead are out,
But where are those trapped in-between high and low?
Where exactly are you wandering about?”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“A coma binds by bifurcating.”
― Mantaranjot Mangat, Plotless

“Un somn cosmic care îl apăra de moarte, îl situa în afara oricărei scurgeri de timp... O uitare puternica printr-o retragere a timpului, undeva în golul spațiului...
Un neant magic fara limite. O stare de inconstienta intretaiata de treziri comatoasă, nicioadata destul de lungi ca spiritul sa se poată elibera de somnolenta limburilor.”
― Serge Brussolo

“Kuulen tugevat vihmasadu, nagu taoks aknale tillukeste sõrmeküünte jonnakas armee, püüaks peksta mind üles sellest põhjatust unest.”
― Alice Feeney, Sometimes I Lie

“Peace isn’t
dead and buried.
It is only in a coma.
It will spring to life
again soon.
Very soon”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Andrei could not guess how long the patient had been in this condition. For all he knew, the patient might not have known that smartphones existed, who the president was, or that the pandemic had even occurred. Andrei contemplated the brother’s state—and imagined a mind sinking down an infinite well of scattered thoughts and gloom. He speculated the likely craze one would result to from being imprisoned inside a room, isolated from all things and all people for years. The man had no choice but to stare at the ceiling and listen to a machine that breathed for him. He could not taste the flavor of fruit, of beer, of cheese, or any delight to the tongue. He would not know temperature. He could not scratch himself nor could he ask to be scratched. He must have lost count of the days and not know if it was a Thursday in April or Sunday in May. If a nurse said something to him, he was forfeited the human naturality to respond. If a nurse hurt him, he could not protect himself. He had memories, but no friend to create more with.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost