Disability Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hudson fell into a state of self—doubt. "If you feel like you are a cripple, then you can go to the Disability Center to do charity and become a volunteer. Compared to those who have lost their limbs, you are a very lucky person. Because your limbs are healthy, you still have very impressive knowledge." Amelie's voice was no longer trying to persuade him, but was instead filled with sincerity and anticipation. "Why ... Why are you telling me this?" Hudson started mumbling incoherently on the other side of the phone.

The aide was caught off guard by Constantine and Alexander. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you've brought up a sore point. You look at yourself, you have fallen below human dignity because you judge disabled people. Who are you to judge disabled people? Yes, you are sick yourself, but you still judge them. Have you lived their lives to talk about their lives?

Since Quincy’s hands were injured, it was not convenient for her to eat freely. “Thank you, but I’ll do it on my own.” Quincy did not want other people to treat her like she was a disabled person.

We might have just made a far bigger difference than we think we have. All I can now say is that I have laid a demon to rest; there will be no need for him to sneak his ugly head into my dreams. I have made peace that yes, I am disabled, but I am proud and disabled, and there is nothing that can now stand between me and the rest of the struggles that await. I have proven to myself that I am a man that can achieve what he sets his heart at.

With courage, she uttered, "You believe that I fear you? You knock me down if you're capable of doing so." Clarence: Alright, Stella. "You are doomed too if you kill me." "Heh, who said falling down will kill you?" Clarence put his hand behind her head and brought her head closer to his. Clarence’s attractive face was so magnified that it was difficult for her eyes to focus. "Being disabled is the worst thing that can happen. Like me, you would have to spend every day sitting in a wheelchair if you had broken your arm or leg." Stella’s eyes widened and her breathing became labored. "You!"

The daughter of the skinny worker also said at this time, "But, but if I can't get the money, I can't rest assured! Anyway, I'm disabled now, and I won't be able to make money to support my family in the future." "What's there to earn in the future? With these money, it's okay if you don't work for the rest of your life!" "That's true!" At this time, the fat worker also smiled happily. He didn't feel like a disabled man at all. He said, "If I had known earlier, I would have lost so much money in such a short time. It would have been better for me to be disabled early." Before John could say anything, his son shouted, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about!"

“Kester, if you still love me, I am willing to marry you. I want to be your wife, take care of your lifetime, and love you for a lifetime.” “Anya, you don’t have to do this.” I tried to pull my hand back. “What do I need to make you believe?” “I am already a disabled person. I can’t give you happiness.” “Fool, if it were me who disabled, would you abandon me?” After hearing Anya’s question, I fell silent once again. If it were Anya who had an accident, I would probably do everything to take care of her for the rest of my life. “We have been through so much together. Don’t you believe me?”

"But let's be realistic here, Beverly. You're mute. You can't answer phones, can't deal with customers, can't do presentations. What kind of decent job could you possibly get?" The words hit Beverly like slaps, but she forced herself not to flinch. She'd heard worse from him over the years. "There are jobs for people like me," she signed, her movements sharp with determination. "People like you." Diro repeated the phrase like it tasted bad in his mouth. "You mean people with disabilities. People who can't function normally in society." Beverly's hands froze mid-sign. The cruelty in his voice was breathtaking, even for him.

Nikolai pursed his lips, "It's inconvenient for you to go around alone. If you want to leave the house, ask someone to accompany you. Don't come out on your own" "Nikolai, do you not love me anymore?" Agnes suddenly began to cry. "I lost the ability to walk and I don't have my career. I am a useless person. How can I deserve your love?" "Yes, my sister is so smart and competent. And she is so beautiful and generous too. How can I, a disabled person be as good as her.... Nikolai, I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be with you" As she spoke, she began to punch her paralyzed legs.

Patrick suddenly said, “Since the two of us are now married, you can’t bully me because I don’t only feel.” Aimee’s movements were halting, and she looked towards Patrick suspiciously and asked with a sarcastic smile, “What do you mean by that?” “I have heard that there are some masseurs who will go too far and feel that it is a manual labor that makes them particularly unhappy, and they will lay hands on the patient who cannot move, for example, pinch and twist, anyway, the paralyzed patient, who can not feel anything, is completely a lamb at the mercy of others.” Patrick said.