“I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world.”

— Imre Kertész

Source: Detective Story (2008), p. 37.
Context: I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!

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Hungarian writer 1929–2016

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“Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.”

William Shakespeare The Winter's Tale

Source: The Winter's Tale

“I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm”

Elizabeth Wurtzel (1967–2020) American author and journalist

“I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

Fannie Lou Hamer (1917–1977) American civil rights activist (October 6, 1917 – March 14, 1977)

Widely quoted, including Freedomways, p. 240 (Second quarter, 1965). This quote was later employed as her epitaph, and used by American singer and songwriter Anastacia at her song Sick and Tired.

“As a child I was helpless and filled with trust, but now I am fortunately sick with fear and filled with distrust. Now I am sharp-sighted, but then I was stupid and blind goose, and I had to experience it over and over again.”

Timo K. Mukka (1944–1973) Finnish writer

p. 166

“I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the Sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.”

Chief Joseph (1840–1904) Nez Percé Chieftain

Speech in surrendering to General Nelson Appleton Miles after long evading a pursuit nearly to the border of Canada. (October 5, 1877)
Context: Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before, I have it in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our Chiefs are killed; Looking Glass is dead, Ta Hool Hool Shute is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold, and we have no blankets; the little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are — perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my Chiefs! I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the Sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.