Quotes About Sickness

People say I make strange choices, but they're not strange for me. My sickness is that I'm fascinated by human behavior, by what's underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.

You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die. -Seth

The album ends with "Slammin'," which has no words and it's just a lot of horns that quite frankly, if you turn it up really loud, can give you a fucking big headache and maybe even make you feel a little sick, though it might sound different on an album or on a cassette though I wouldn't know anything about that. Anyway it set off something wicked in me that lasted for days. And you cannot dance to it very well.

breathing. He coughed from deep inside his lungs

Always before, people ready to enter space have been civilized in a way you humans have avoided altogether. We fear if the people of Earth are allowed into space in their uncivilized state, the results could be disastrous beyond anything you imagine. At the moment, we are considering a permanent quarantine on Earth. We don't mind you exploring your own solar system; there's not much there anyway. But we cannot allow you to carry this sickness, whatever it is, into the galaxy at large.

Those two make my mouth taste like throw up.

Yo nací un día que Dios estuvo enfermo, grave...

Health food makes me sick.

Charles Regis Perrone was a biologist by default. Medical school had been his first goal--specifically, a leisurely career in radiology. The promise of wealth had attracted him to health care, but as a devoted hypochondriac he was repelled by the idea of interacting with actual sick people.

and Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.

Der Gast Das Kind ist krank zum Sterben, Die Lampe giebt trägen Schein, Die Mutter spricht: mir ist es Als wären wir nicht allein. Der Vater sucht zu lächeln, Doch im Herzen pocht's ihm bang, Stiller wird's und stiller, - Die Nacht ist gar zu lang. Nun scheint der Tag ins Fenster, Die Vögel singen so klar; Die Beiden wußten lange, Wer der Gast gewesen war.

Vad jag vet är, att av sjuka föräldrar och sjuka lärare fostras ännu sjukare barn, tills det sjuka har blivit norm och det friska en skräckbild. Av ensamma föds ännu ensammare, av rädda ännu räddare (s. 144)

And so, when she fell ill, it seemed a natural thing to me." "But I don't understand. I thought you said she was pretending.

For if any adversity, grief, or sickness, or loss of children, corn, cattle, or liberty happen unto them, by and by they exclaim upon witches.

Living in Seattle is like being married to a beautiful woman who's sick all the time.

Whatever her sickness had been

In the fourth level, for example, Alice, after a major operation, becomes separated from her body, and she has to chase through the hospital to catch it, like Peter Pan and his shadow. This dissociation was something Sam had experienced many times—the feeling that your body, when it was sick, was no longer your own.

He felt like a man whose fever had broken, flush with the euphoria of the first, tenuous return of strength—still weak, but buoyant with the hope of an eventual return to wholeness. The sickness in his soul, however, laid a jealous claim on him.

You know you are involved with a sick man who will see you die? He will stand over your body, with your blood on his hands and I promise you he will laugh... not because your life means nothing to him -- but because death, for him -- is the punch line.

But as all else in him thinned, and his cheek-bones grew sharper, his eyes, nevertheless, seemed growing fuller and fuller; they became of a strange softness of lustre; and mildly but deeply looked out at you there from his sickness, a wondrous testimony to that immortal health in him which could not die, or be weakened. And like circles on the water, which, as they grow fainter, expand; so his eyes seemed rounding and rounding, like the rings of Eternity.

In a world, it was Queequeg's conceit, that if a man made up his mind to live, mere sickness could not kill him: nothing but a whale, or a gale, or some violent, ungovernable, unintelligent destroyer of that sort.

It was like the hate of a husband for a sick wife, a mature, solid hate, caused by an unbreakable tie to a loathsome person, and existing not as a self-justification, but for the rotten gleam of pleasure it gave off in the continuing gloom. Out

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger... a Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

Sickness is a result of the fall, and healing is anticipatory of the new heavens and the new earth; therefore, whether someone works as a nurse, a veterinarian, or a gardener, he or she is not beyond God's commitment to his creation. The same can be said for many pursuits.