509 Quotes About Sick
- Author Michael Grant
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Where’s Dekka?” Astrid asked.“In the basement,” Edilio said. “She kept going for a long time. Her and Orc and Jack. But she’s sick. Tired and sick. And she got a bad burn on one hand. That was it for her. I made her go to Dahra. Lana will…you know, when she’s done with…Man, I’m sorry,” he said as he began crying again. “I can’t be digging graves. Someone else has to do that, okay? I can’t do that anymore.
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- Author Hannah Moskowitz
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I can’t sit up, well, actually I can, it just hurts, but I don’t actually want you to do anything, because I’m fine, except I’m sort of not, but I will be, and I don’t want to comfort you about it, so let’s just say I’m fine.
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- Author Sonya Huber
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The body in pain is a deviant body that defies expectations, refuses the easy boxes of sick and well.
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- Author Steven Magee
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There are no doubts that western governments are willfully inducing radiation sickness into segments of their city populations.
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- Author Meir Ezra
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Sickness is the manifestation of the spirit not running the body.
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- Author Suzy Kassem
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Love is a chemical reaction, but it cannot be fully understood or defined by science. And though a body cannot exist without a soul, it too cannot be fully understood or defined by science. Love is the most powerful form of energy, but science cannot decipher its elements. Yet the best cure for a sick soul is love, but even the most advanced physician cannot prescribe it as medicine.
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- Author Steven Magee
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Corrupt utility companies require a corrupt legal system to protect them from their own sickened workers and the masses.
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- Author Steven Magee
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We are in the potent prescription drugs era of humanity.
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- Author A.G. Howard
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I crumple, my palm skating along the tree’s frozen face as I plop to the ground.“Alyssa?” Morpheus crouches beside me in an instant. He catches my chin and forces me to look at him. “Are you feeling anemic again?” I struggle to breathe. It grates inside my chest, like inhaling angry bees. Blood creeps into my throat and gags me.Morpheus’s jeweled markings flash through an anxious kaleidoscope of colors.
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