Quotes About Sick

In my daily life, I'm always struggling to be a better adult, to come to terms with reality. To show up on set for five or six hours and be completely out of touch with reality, or a piece of it, is fun in some sick way that I'm sure a therapist would have a lot of fun deconstructing.

You aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it.

Page 134 Florence Nightengale is speaking to William Monk Of course. If you know the truth, it takes a gentler and perhaps a wiser woman than Purdence Barrymore not to speak it aloud. She did not understand the arts of diplomacy. I fear that perhaps I do not either. The sick cannot wait for flattery and coercion to do their work.

If we were the Christian people we pretend to be, she wouldn't have had to take them. We would care for our own old and sick.

There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how it lay holding silence. Its poise and its stillness were unendurable, like the ring of the silence you hear in your skull when you're little and notice you're living the ring which resumes later in life when you're sick.

The thoughts and emotions we stuff down into the darkness become a playground for the enemy, where his toxic filth breeds best. The compulsion to say the 'right thing' explains why so many of us have fallen spiritually sick.

I miss the good old days when Daimons were warriors and combat trained. The ones I found tonight knew nothing about fighting, and I'm sick of the whole 'my gun will solve all' mentality. (Wulf)

Ever heard of a demon getting sick? Zavid 'Of humans? All the time. It's what we live for Livia

It is a consolation of human life that the sick forget what it is like to feel well, or the miserable to be happy.

the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up

Nothing can describe the withering horror of this. You feel lost, sick at heart before such unmasked hatred, not so much because it threatens you as because it shows humans in such an inhuman light. You see a kind of insanity, something so obscene the very obscenity of it (rather than its threat) terrifies you. It was so new I could not take my eyes from the man's face. I felt like saying: "What in God's name are you doing to yourself?

It was an old sick power, rich and nauseous and irrestible as any unhallowed love he'd ever known. It ran shivery caresses up the inside of his skin, weighed a stone like desire in his gut and groin.

You're a sick woman. In a state of physical weakness it's so much easier to function in the groove you know. It seems to hold you together.

major paused in his jeep. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you sick, soldier?" "Nosir. I'm just spilling my guts for the hell of it." "Maybe you'd better report to the medics.

I was singing R&B before I was rapping, and I never really enjoyed it. But when I started rapping, I was like, 'This is sick - I'm actually alright at rapping!'

I read a bunch of books about Mengele because he was pretty sick. That was how 'Angel Of Death' came about. I know why people misinterpret it, just because we don't say Nazism is very bad. They get this knee-jerk reaction to it.

The human spirit can endure a sick body, but who can bear a crushed spirit? —Proverbs 18:14

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. —Proverbs 13:12

Even Woodstock turned out to be a disaster. Everybody was stuck in the mud and people got sick.

If I see one more forensics show, I'm gonna throw up.

Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and every kind of tigers and lions. And - and we have bus loads of kids, who don't get to see those things. They come up sick children, and enjoy it.

I can hear the bunny all the time now. Even when I'm outside, under my tree. I'm mad at the bunny for being sick and bothering me. For being...alive.

The physician's highest calling, his only calling, is to make sick people healthy - to heal, as it is termed.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.