Quotes About Sickness

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

He vomited again. There was blood everywhere.

I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that. You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to go to the ceremony. You don't have to do anything at all. But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. I'm so sick.

He says, 'I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that.' 'You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to go to the ceremony. You don't have to do anything at all.' 'But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and then you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. I'm so sick.

He's filled with a sense of childish release, the old feeling that because you are sick, all your trials and obligations have been suspended.

This moment may come to us all, at some point in our eventutal move from health into sickness. We abandon our old obligation to consider the needs of others, and give ourselves up to their care. There is a shift in status. We become citizens of a new realm, and although we retain the best and worst of our former selves we are no longer bodily in command of our fates.

Whenever I travel, I seem to get sick - it's probably inevitable when you're on a plane every single day.

Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other

But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.

Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

I know you and Lloyd enjoy the idea of a ghost and that sort of silliness, but a sick old lady isn't going to understand your flights of fancy—or appreciate them!" Enjoy! Sarah thought indignantly. Flights of fancy! What would her mother say if she saw the porcelain shepherd moving across the dresser top!

The richer the country, the more allergies its citizens get.

At very high altitudes, any exertion becomes difficult and exhausting. Around 40 percent of people experience altitude sickness above thirteen thousand feet, and it is impossible to predict who the victims will be because it is not related to fitness.

Believing prayer will save the sick man; the Lord will restore him and any sins that he has committed will be forgiven....Tremendous power is made available through a good man's earnest prayer...

This was the sickness of the age, the revolutionary madness of the epoch. In thought everyone was different from his words and outward show. No one had a clear conscience. Each with good reason could feel himself guilty, a secret criminal, an unexposed deceiver.

I suppose it is that sickness and weakness are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy on ourselves, whilst health and strength give love rein, and in thought and feeling he can wander where he wills.

without him for any length of time made me feel sick. I had to swallow past a painful lump to ask

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry. --from Withsun, written 14 February 1961

Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

At about this point I began to feel peculiar. I looked round me at all the rows of rapt little heads with the same silver glow on them at the front and the same black shadow on them at the back, and they looked like nothing more or less than a lot of stupid moon-brains. I felt in terrible danger of puking. I didn't know whether it was the awful movie giving me a stomach-ache or all that caviar I had eaten.

I felt Mr Willard had deserted me. I thought he must have planned it all along, but Buddy said No, his father simply couldn't stand the sight of sickness and especially his own son's sickness, because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

I certainly learned a lot of things I never would have learned otherwise this way, and even when they surprised me or made me sick I never let on, but pretended that's the way I knew things were all the time.