Living artificially in towns, we are sickly, and never come to know ourselves. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Sex without smiling is as sickly and as base as vodka and tonic without ice. — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
“She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.” — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“Presidents Trump's USA is not a good country to be a sickly person in.” — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
“Many sickly people that were dependent on electrical medical devices may have died in hurricane Ian.” — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“She had a sickly sweet smile on her face and she looked like she was a few seconds away from bursting into… — Danielle Paige, Dorothy Must Die Copy Share Image
I was a very sickly kid and suffered from chronic pneumonia, which is why we moved to the warm southern climate. I… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
“Like many people who became sick, I found that researching man-made radiation immersed me into a corporate world of lie, confuse and… — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
“I would run down like a battery during my extreme night shifts and I would never fully recover during the week off… — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
I was a sickly child, and it wasn't until I was 19 that I realised I was quite a robust, vigorous person.… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
I was a very sickly kid. While I was in the hospital at age 7, my Dad brought me a stack of… — Len Wein Copy Share Image
“Élodie, who was rising fifteen, lifted her anaemic, puffy, virginal face with its wispy hair; she was so thin-blooded that good country… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“The human has genetic adaptation to natural electromagnetic radiation. Increasing, reducing or removing the natural radiation exposures results in a sickened human… — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
“His insides are beginning to feel sickly. The pain of the world is a crater all these syrups and pills a thousandfold… — John Updike Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I fancy my father thought me an odd child, and had little fondness for me; though he was very careful in fulfilling… — Mary Ann Evans Copy Share Image
