You’re sick in the head.

Back to your ships and your sea – that’s my advice to you, Martin Eden. What do you want in these sick and rotten cities of men? You are cutting your throat every day you waste in them trying to prostitute beauty to the needs of magazinedom.

I’m not unfaithful, darling. I’ve plenty of faults but I’m very faithful. You’ll be sick of me I’ll be so faithful.

How sick to wait in any place but thine.

Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised.

Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong.

You can’t cure your own cancer, obviously, especially if it’s late stage.

Can’t is the cancer of happening.

Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.

Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays

No one is spared. The sick, the elderly, children, babies, and pregnant women—all marched to their death.

Be not sick too late, nor well too soon.

I hide my emotions mainly because you don’t want somebody to know that you feel sorry for them, because they will feel worse, or because you don’t want someone to know or see your fear. If someone like a sick kid or a burn victim sees your fear, they respond to how you respond. And if you show them it’s terrible, they will get upset. It’s something I’ve learned over the years.

Prisons do not disappear social problems, they disappear human beings. Homelessness, unemployment, drug addiction, mental illness, and illiteracy are only a few of the problems that disappear from public view when the human beings contending with them are relegated to cages

I’m so mean, I make medicine sick.

What am I drinking? NyQuil on the rocks, for when you’re feeling sick but sociable.

I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re goin’, and hook up with them later

I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.

I bought a $7 pen because I always lose pens and I got sick of not caring.

I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re goin’, and hook up with them later.

The dread of death is also learned from their anxieties about sickness and from their attitudes to
funerals and corpses

Hospitals should be arranged in such a way as to make being sick an interesting experience. One learns a great deal sometimes from being sick

If you do not milk the cow fully, it falls sick.