Quotes About Sickness

Being sick is a different story than having an injury. If you have a right arm injury, you can still use the rest of your body. You still have the energy to perform. But when you are sick and can't really get out of bed or walk or even breathe, you're not yourself. You don't have the cardio, strength, speed, or explosion.

If your body is working correctly, and then you get a cold or something, that cold probably won't knock you out as hard as it would have if you weren't healthy.

Any time your child is sick, if it's a cold or if they get a scratch or whatever it is, it's hard.

My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.

You already know I desire that neither Father or Mother shall be in want of any comfort either in health or sickness while they live.

Drunken oblivion was, each time, a small, temporary death. Hood walked where the self once stood, and the wake of the god's passage sickened mortal flesh afterwards.

Drunken oblivion was, each time, a small, temporary death. Hood walked where the self once stood, and the wake of the god's passage sickened mortal flesh afterwards.

Most important thing to know about space-sickness bags? Keep them within reach at all times.)

People with high levels of health anxiety sometimes regard clinics as a source of sickness rather than a resource for help.

The coincidences were staggering. Ays and Finnigin looked alike, they had both been followed by a mysterious stranger. Their diverse paths had conjoined in the dark waters of Scarzanera's sacred pit, one plunging to death, another to rebirth. Ays felt sick.

I trust only myself-ourselves. We must travel and find ourselves a soulscaper, Gimel, a soulscaper suited to our needs. It has gone on too long, come too close. The sickness breathes upon our necks. I, for one, can wait no longer for others to act.

We must go to Taparak, and find ourselves a child. Someone who is yet untrained and whose mind is more malleable. We have no choice. It is either this, or we go home and wait for the sickness to find us.

Someone had once said to him that belief itself was a sickness, a dead end for the questing intelligence of the human mind. It seemed he'd infected himself with a debilitating dose.

Yet, "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" opens up a political question. Why should this man be penniless at any time in his life, due to some fantastic thing called a Depression or sickness or whatever it is that makes him so insecure?

I feel like I can't be sick without some story being made up or some photos being sold a month later.

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

Misogyny or misandry is not a status or a belief

You said it so innocently, so matter-of-factly, that it robbed us of our breath. And while we recovered to offer the standard adult response, that love doesn't care about sickness or health, inside we were trembling, because we saw in you something, with your disease, that we were terrified of seeing in ourselves. Acceptance.

Instead, I buried myself in accomplishments, because with accomplishments, I believed I could control things, I could squeeze in every last piece of happiness before I got sick and died...

She sent him out the message, "Perhaps I am getting worse day by day, but today, at any rate, I feel very ill. Do come in, then." He was greatly moved and wondered what her condition could be, because this unaccustomed warmth was alarming.

are symptoms of the same underlying sickness: a dominance-based logic that treats so many people, and the earth itself, as disposable.

Checking in? an equally sickly, yellowish woman asked, who seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. Yes, said Mimi, wanting to add, Afraid so!

It would seem that to Bligh, infliction of punishment was like sickness, and scurvy, something that had no place on a well-run ship. William Bligh had set out to make the perfect voyage.

There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her stomach, so that she felt sick.