Sick at heart

I became sick at heart. My countenance was painted with the hues of ill health and vexation.

Sick at heart, wearied out by the falsehood of his sons, and almost ready to lie down and die, the unhappy King who had so long stood firm, began to fail.

Sick at heart and oppressed with his feeling of loneliness and impotence, he could only look at her in speechless misery.

So we weep for two or three years more, very quietly, and then one day, too sick at heart, we die, with no fuss, leaving as little trace on earth as a bird's flight across the sky.

"As we all know, the war in Iraq has not gone well […]," said McCain, an Arizona Republican. "I understand that, of course. I, too, have been made sick at heart by the many mistakes made by civilian and military commanders and the terrible price we have paid for them."