Quotes From Doctor Strange Novels & Stories

Zack asked, "calm down, you are brought here some hours ago," the doctor says, "What happened to me?" Zack asked, "calm down, please don't talk for now," the doctor says, and the doctor gave him food and he ate a little and the doctor gave him medication and the doctor left him and she told the nurse that "watching him, please, don't allow anybody to see him," the doctor says and she left the intensive care, "Please, I need some water" Zack says

Almodavar said and hand her the bouquet. "Can't you see? I'm still talking to her. Where's your manners?" Helios butt in while glaring at the doctor. "Well, dude, technically, I came here first. I was the one who's talking to her earlier. I just have to get these flowers for her but-- wait, you basically popped out of nowhere. I didn't even notice you! Are you some kind of supernatural or maybe, you're the hidden twin brother of the flash?" Dr. Almodavar chuckled.

I could not detect his smell. "Oh wow. That's a lovely book you are reading." He narrowed his eyes. There was something off about this guy but what was it? I could not put my finger on it. I pursed my lips. "Thank you." "To know that you do not know is best. To think you know when you do not is a disease. Recognizing this disease as a disease is to be free from it." He blurted out. Seeing our perplexed face, he broke into a simpering smile. "A quote from Lao Tzu that I wanted you to know."

Then he walks on over to the Doctor and has a brief conversation, and when he returns, he speaks once again, “Now, I told that fucking man that is getting fired after this that he must get off his fucking ass and do what he gets paid to do.” With that, I take a deep breath… From one…two…three… I clear my head and get my shit back together again. Trinity Stone is bringing me to my knees again. I am not thinking straight, for all I am thinking of is that she is going to die. Well, fuck you, Trinity Stone…You are not going anywhere. I need someone to hate my ass for years to come. So I let go of her bloody hand and take a few very intimidating steps closer to this Doctor, “What do you need?”

"Remove the shrapnel, suture the wound." "Even if it were a stranger, I would save them." "This is a doctor's duty." "Nothing more."

Evans said, and they had a handshake. “Thank you, boss. Have a pleasant day,” The doctor wished, and looked at Susan, who was sleeping serenely on the bed. Then, he looked at Tony, who was beside him, and said, “Life is like a box of chocolate.” “You are right, doctor,” Tony agreed. “Who would wish to harm a pregnant woman, who has not wronged you?” “It baffles me, too. Especially the innocent looking chef.”

KANE’s POV "He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." — Friedrich Nietzsche “Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment the elderly man in a white coat steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. He looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head. I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?

However, in her memory, she had never seen him before. Besides, this old man looked really scary. One more look at him would probably give her nightmares at night. “Is the jade pendant yours?” Quinn stared at her and asked abruptly. “Of course, it’s mine!” What did this old man want? Quinn stared at her for another moment before he shouted, “Dr. Warner, come in!” A doctor in a white coat carrying a medical kit walked in and greeted him respectfully, “Old Master Newton.”

God help me, why was he still so damn fine? Those eyes could’ve set entire cities ablaze. Dark, intense, like he carried storms inside them. And that jaw? Sculpted. Dangerous. I gave myself a mental slap. Focus, May. Focus. “Who are you?” I snapped, lifting my chin. “Is your face printed on the dollar bills or something?” The doctor all but sprinted from the room. Nurses ducked out like rats abandoning a ship. It was just me, Saint, and the ticking tension. He chuckled. Chuckled! Like I’d just told the funniest joke he’d heard all year. Then he said, “You’ll regret that. Trust me.”

Can this mystery doctor save my grandmother? My curiosity piques, and I take a step forward as I watch her movements. Though unable to see her face, I can tell she's calm and quite skilled. She moves with a familiarity that I cannot place but also radiates prestige. It's an odd feeling welling up inside of my body. "Can she honestly save my grandmother?" I ask without meaning to. But it's too late. The question has escaped. The female doctor, Dr. Stark, sneers at my words. "This doctor? She seems to be some ordinary physician who wants to play hero. I don't trust her judgment, but these idiots seem to think she'll be fine."