Quotes About Sickness

You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again." "I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time." "I've been thinking about you, too." "I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know." "I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.

The thought made his belly heave again. Sam bent over the gunwale and retched, but not into the wind. He had gone to the right rail this time. He was getting good at retching.

His stomach could not tolerate the snails and lampreys and other rich food Captain Khorane so relished, and after his first meal at the captain's table he spent the rest of the day with one end or the other dangling over the rail.

The rocking of the deck beneath his feet made his stomach heave, and the wretched food tasted even worse when retched back up.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

People who are car-sick are never sea-sick,' explained Mother.

Sickness is felt, but health not at all.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

To be sick is to enjoy monarchal prerogatives.

A person seldom falls sick but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.

When we are sick our virtues and our vices are in abeyance.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

Sickness is a belief, which must be annihilated by the divine Mind.

The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

Only sick music makes money today.

To some if you owned your own mind you were indeed sickout when you possessed and Antagonist mind you were healthy. A mind which sought to interpret the world by using a single loa. Somewhat like filling a milk bottle with an ocean.

The deadweight of his body,coupled with the aches, made him remember back to a time when he'd gotten colds or flus. Same feeling. Was it possible he was getting sick? Made him wonder if anyone had come up with a product like Dead-quil or some shit. Probably not.

He ran for his toilet to throw up, but he didn't make it that far.

Your hands are cold. You're pale. I never thought a declaration of love would make a woman sick.

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

When I got better I realized what a rat he was, but then I had to understand the impossible complexity of his life, how he had to leave me there, sick, to get on with his wives and woes.

It starts raining harder, I've got a long way to go walking and pushing that sore leg right along in the gathering rain, no chance no intention whatever of hailing a cab, the whiskey and the Morphine have made me unruffled by the sickness of the poison in my heart.

the little boy somehow thumped his foot just at the moment of drowse, to instantly wake me up, wide awake, back to my horror which when all is said and done is the horror of all the worlds the showing of it to me being damn well what I deserve anyway with my previous blithe yakkings about the sufferings of others in books. Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

I can't remember a Christmas where I didn't have a rotten cold, and I always get one about two weeks into a job. I definitely get man flu - I'm not brave at all.