I'm sick of deities and Immortals tricking and lying to me.
But this is my life, and I'm sick of it!
The woman who brought sunshine into every room, who managed to touch his sick heart.
She didn't feel sick this time, only weakness.
That happened only when, as was the case that day, her husband returned home, or a sick child was convalescent, or when she and Countess Mary spoke of Prince Andrew (she never mentioned him to her husband, who she imagined was jealous of Prince Andrew's memory), or on the rare occasions when something happened to induce her to sing, a practice she had quite abandoned since her marriage.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
"I mean, he didn't say leave … he …" A sick sense of betrayal sank into her stomach.
She really was going to get sick from the cold and being soaked.
It covered her by the time he'd finished his sick games with her.
In fact, if you stayed sick long enough in that culture, the doctor had to pay you!
If you think "Western Medicine" is a business whose goal is to keep you sick to sell you medicines, you will tend to move away from genetically modified foods and favor organic.
Nancy is sick again, new teeth do make her ill.
Teacher has been sick in bed for many days.
Nancy is sick, and Adeline is cross, and Ida is very bad.
Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks.
The sick man was given something to drink, there was a stir around him, then the people resumed their places and the service continued.
After a few minutes' bustle beside the high bedstead, those who had carried the sick man dispersed.
Anna Mikhaylovna made a hurried sign with her eyes, glancing at the sick man's hand and moving her lips as if to send it a kiss.
Anna Mikhaylovna looked attentively at the sick man's eyes, trying to guess what he wanted; she pointed first to Pierre, then to some drink, then named Prince Vasili in an inquiring whisper, then pointed to the quilt.
The eyes and face of the sick man showed impatience.
The sick man was turned on to his side with his face to the wall.
Some of them were talking (he heard Russian words), others were eating bread; the more severely wounded looked silently, with the languid interest of sick children, at the envoy hurrying past them.
The inhabitants are totally ruined, the hospitals overflow with sick, and famine is everywhere.
Glancing in at the door, Rostov saw that the sick and wounded were lying on the floor on straw and overcoats.
In the long room, brightly lit up by the sun through the large windows, the sick and wounded lay in two rows with their heads to the walls, and leaving a passage in the middle.
Just before him, almost across the middle of the passage on the bare floor, lay a sick man, probably a Cossack to judge by the cut of his hair.
"Who looks after the sick here?" he asked the assistant.
There were beds in these rooms and the sick and wounded officers were lying or sitting on them.
He's been sick all morning.
He was rarely sick, and even then it was hard to get him to go to bed.
He felt sick to his stomach again.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
She had learned to knit stockings since Prince Andrew had casually mentioned that no one nursed the sick so well as old nurses who knit stockings, and that there is something soothing in the knitting of stockings.
He gazed at the caleches and carriages in which soldiers were riding and remarked that it was a very good thing, as those vehicles could be used to carry provisions, the sick, and the wounded.
The shed became semidark, and the sharp rattle of the drums on two sides drowned the sick man's groans.
He did not again go to the sick man, nor turn to look at him, but stood frowning by the door of the hut.
Pierre told him about the sick man.
Princess Mary put off her departure, and for three weeks looked after Natasha as if she had been a sick child.
The only difference was that the Russian army moved voluntarily, with no such threat of destruction as hung over the French, and that the sick Frenchmen were left behind in enemy hands while the sick Russians left behind were among their own people.
The quartermasters who met the regiment announced that all the huts were full of sick and dead Frenchmen, cavalrymen, and members of the staff.
The soldiers surrounded the Frenchmen, spread a greatcoat on the ground for the sick man, and brought some buckwheat porridge and vodka for both of them.
By the door of one of these a sick man was lying upon a couch, helpless and pale.