Examples of using "Farto" in a sentence and their english translations:
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
- I'm fed up with her.
- I'm fed up with him.
- I'm sick of it!
- I'm fed up with it!
- I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of this.
I am sick to death of your complaints.
He was fed up with it.
I'm sick of fish.
I'm done with you.
I'm sick of school.
I'm sick of lying.
- I'm fed up with Tom.
- I am fed up with Tom.
I'm fed up with lies.
I'm tired of playing.
I'm sick of politics.
- I am tired of singing.
- I'm tired of singing.
I'm done studying.
I'm sick of this rain.
I'm done making excuses.
I'm tired of your complaints.
I'm fed up with them.
I am really fed up with winter.
I'm fed up with your stories!
I am sick of them all.
I'm fed up with listening to you.
I'm sick of eating cheese.
I'm sick of eating peas.
I'm sick of eating watermelon.
I'm tired of eating bananas.
I'm sick of eating beans.
He was sick of his job.
My son is tired of hamburgers.
I'm fed up with him always preaching to me.
I'm fed up with your constant complaining.
I'm sick of Tom's excuses.
I'm sick of that kind of stuff.
I'm sick of listening to her complaints.
I'm fed up with all their lies.
I'm sick of drinking apple juice.
I'm sick of eating codfish cakes.
I'm tired of writing.
- I'm fed up with everything.
- I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of going out.
I'm sick of hospitals.
I'm tired of arguing.
I'm sick of your complaints.
- I'm sick of your excuses!
- I'm sick of your excuses.
I'm sick of eating fish.
I'm sick of eating sausages.
I'm sick of eating beans.
I'm sick of being here.
I'm sick of your excuses, Tom.
I'm sick of the cold.
- I'm sick of your excuses!
- I'm sick of your excuses.
I've had it. All I've done today is handle complaints.
I'm tired of studying.
- Tom said he was tired of waiting.
- Tom said that he was tired of waiting.
I hope to find a quiet beach this year; I'm already tired of crowded beaches.
Aren't you sick of eating here?
I'm sick of your crossword puzzles.
Nor less kind welcome doth the rest await. / The monarch, mindful of his sire of old, / receives the Teucrians in his courts of state. / They in the hall, the viands piled on gold, / pledging the God of wine, their brimming cups uphold.
Nor less Andromache, sore grieved to part, / rich raiment fetches, wrought with golden thread, / and Phrygian scarf, and still with bounteous heart / loads him with broideries. "Take these", she said, / "sole image of Astyanax now dead. / Thy kin's last gifts, my handiwork, to show / how Hector's widow loved the son she bred. / Such eyes had he, such very looks as thou, / such hands, and oh! like thine his age were ripening now!"