Quotes About Sick

humanity you sick motherfucker.

I know I went mad, almost as an act of theory: the lost are found the sick are healthy the non-creators are the creators.

He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here.

Emotion and chocolate are a lot alike: Too much and you can get downright sick, too little and the world might as well end (that is, if you like chocolate as much as I do). We women are emotional creatures! Little girls may be made of sugar and spice and everything nice; but let enough time go by, and that recipe is sure to ferment into some sort of emotion.

She did it because it was, like so much else that made her happy, dangerous and self-destructive and just a little bit sick.

I got sick of modeling and I was afraid of getting overexposed.

My mother danced all night and Roberta's was sick.

No one can feel as helpless as the owner of a sick goldfish.

Worry and life have kept her thin- you can stay thin lifting sick and dying people, driving to the hospital, and planning funerals.

I want someone to pinch me so I can feel something, anything. I'm sick of this numbness, of feeling so alone and outside of everything, but I know it's too dangerous to wake up." —Ruth Mendenberg

I will look beyond the injustice of her getting a bed in a hospital. She only gets to stay because her dad is on the board of the hospital. And it's not fair to think of all the genuinely sick people turned away. But nothing is fair.

If you're sick and tired of the politics of cynicism and polls and principles, come and join this campaign.

I was sick, and ye visited me.

Even if language is a living evolving organism, we don't have to embrace all the changes that occur during our lifetimes. If language is so alive, it can get sick.

The security officer smiled and said, 'Good afternoon, ma'am,' to me before I gave him ID." "It's a sick world, Eve." He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. "A sick, sad world.

Butch, I got sick and needed some time to regroup. But I wanted to see you. That's why I asked you to come calling when I ran into you back in December. When you said no, I thought... well, you'd lost interest. She'd wanted to see him? Had she said that? Butch, I wanted to see you. Yeah, she had. Twice. Well, now... didn't that perk a guy up.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else...

You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.

Some bands I'm obsessed with but I get sick of listening to their music after a while, but that hasn't happened with Twin Peaks.

Everybody in my family had a real sick, twisted sense of humor. Most of the jokes we make in our house, we would just never even dream of making anywhere else. Just sick, horrible stuff. That wasn't anything new to college.

I really don't know where my interest in death comes from. Maybe I've just got a twisted imagination. The truth is, I haven't had a hugely eventful life - maybe I'm compensating in my creative life. Or maybe I'm just a bit sick.

We are just the most twisted, sick, hilarious people that I know.