There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening
of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
There was a darkness; then a dizzy, sickening
sensation of sight that was not like seeing; I saw a Line that was no Line; Space that was not Space: I was myself, and not myself.
The concussion nearly capsized her, and with a sickening
plunge she hurtled downward through the dark night.
One of the group was the son of a country minister, another of a judge; John, the unhappiest of all, had David Nicholson to father, the idea of facing whom on such a scandalous subject was physically sickening
scoundrels had merely intended to keep me back, to fool me with their display of confidence, and presently to fall upon me with a fate more horrible than death,--with torture; and after torture the most hideous degradation it is possible to conceive,--to send me off a lost soul, a beast, to the rest of their Comus rout.
Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people, and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome; but there was an altogether new element in the sickening
quality of the Morlocks--a something inhuman and malign.
then, after an instant of gloomy reflection, "Come, I will go to see the Morrels," said he; "I think that disgust is even more sickening
This was the most sickening
sight that I saw throughout all my voyages.
exclaimed the duke, who from time to time looked at the clock, the fingers of which seemed to move with sickening
She had a sickening
sense that no lot could ever be pleasant to her again if her Thursday night's vision was not to be fulfilled; and in this moment of chill, bare, wintry disappointment and doubt, she looked towards the possibility of being with Arthur again, of meeting his loving glance, and hearing his soft words with that eager yearning which one may call the "growing pain" of passion.
Price could have overlooked, when the third day did bring the sickening
knock, and a letter was again put into her hands.
The terrible moment of complete illumination had come to me, and I saw that the darkness had hidden no landscape from me, but only a blank prosaic wall: from that evening forth, through the sickening
years which followed, I saw all round the narrow room of this woman's soul--saw petty artifice and mere negation where I had delighted to believe in coy sensibilities and in wit at war with latent feeling--saw the light floating vanities of the girl defining themselves into the systematic coquetry, the scheming selfishness, of the woman--saw repulsion and antipathy harden into cruel hatred, giving pain only for the sake of wreaking itself.