Laurence Sterne Quotes

I don't know why you call it morning sickness, because I was sick all day and night!

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.

I'd rather be nauseous than tired, I think.

Mona Lisa looks as if she has just been sick, or is about to be.

She told me she had a note, somebody was sick.

For some reason, every time I get a little bit under the weather, I've got zero patience.

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

Seasick," Scatty mumbled. "That's exactly what it feels like. Only worse.

Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.” “Sick?” Vee demanded. “How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?” “Sick as in it’s coming out both ends.” Vee scrunched her nose. “Too much information.

I was out once and had wine and I got sick to my stomach, and I vowed I would never drink again.

I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot." Fang

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.

None of us are entirely well, and none of us are irrecoverably sick.

I pray for people I love when they are sick. I pray that way.

While the sick man has life, there is hope.

How do you feel?” she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. “Other than terrible, I mean.” He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. “Of course you’re feeling terrible,” she clarified, “but is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?” He made no response. “The same amount of terrible?

Sickness and disease are a change in awareness from comfort to discomfort.

The spiritual life becomes very simple when you're sick.

Vice is contagious, and there is no trusting the sound and the sick together.

Mmm, tastes like hepatitis!

People who feel well are sick people neglecting themselves.

If I had a dog that was sick as often as you are, I'd put it down," he observed kindly.