Quotes About Nausea

Começou a me dar um certo nojinho dele. É horrível quando isso acontece, tão horrível que muita gente se recusa a reconhecer que passou por isso, mas a verdade é que, antes de a gente se livrar de alguém, às vezes dá um nojinho. Horrível, até porque a pessoa pode não ter culpa, mas de repente fica nojenta, cheiros inaceitáveis, manchas de pele insuportáveis, roupas sujas repelentes, hálito ascoso, cabelo fedido, tudo irremediavelmente nojento.

A volte l'uomo è preso da un senso di nausea, fisica o spirituale, che lo priva di ogni volontà e determinazione e lo spinge, fiacco e allo sbando, a desiderare la morte. Allora sprofonda irresistibilmente verso la distruzione, verso un folle tuffo nel caos.

I'm going to throw up

We scribbled down writers' reflections on life, discovered the joys of describing ourselves to ourselves with shimmering turns of phrase, 'existence is to drink oneself without thirst.' We were overcome by nausea and a feeling of the absurd.

They awoke, nauseated and tired, dispirited with life, capable only of one pervasive emotion – fear.

Tenho a náusea física da humanidade vulgar, que é, aliás, a única que há. E capricho, ás vezes, em aprofundar essa náusea, como se pode provocar um vomito para aliviar a vontade de vomitar.

A vida pode ser sentida como uma náusea no estômago, a existência da própria alma como um incômodo dos músculos. A desolação do espírito, quando agudamente sentida, faz marés, de longe, no corpo, e dói por delegação.

For everything that exists I feel a visual affection, an intellectual fondness – nothing in the heart. I have faith in nothing, hope in nothing, charity for nothing. I feel only horror and nausea for the sincere souls of all sincerities and the mystics of all mysticisms, or rather, for the sincerities of all sincere souls and the mysticisms of all mystics.

I don't know why you call it morning sickness, because I was sick all day and night!

I've always dreaded the sea - in fact, I get terribly seasick.

You can't die from seasickness, but you wish you could.

A 2001 study from the University of Rochester Cancer Center published in the Journal of Pain and Symptom Management concluded that expecting nausea was the strongest predictor that patients would actually experience it.16 The researchers

[T]he progress of civilization corresponds with the spread of general nausea.

I personally do not find puke funny. I find it disgusting.

Mathieu didn't know at all what to do about May. He felt a kind of nausea, probably induced by the regular movement of the ball. She was having religious fits again. Jesus Christ, she thought, how many thousands of years will it take people to get over their folklore?

Ginger is known to calm the stomach.

She barely got to the bathroom basin in time to throw up. Louis and this girl, this girl whom he knew had been sent to his hotel by Lena.

I felt utterly stripped of safety and love. And so, what tormented me most as I shook through August of 1988 wasn't the nausea and chills but the recurring fear that I'd never have lasting comfort or joy again.

I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of as being love.

It seemed that everyone was shouting too loudly and moving too quickly. This sensation was accompanied by nausea, and she had had the impression that something absolutely material, which had been present around her and around everyone and everything forever, but imperceptible, was breaking down the outlines of persons and things and revealing itself.

Her nausea increased, the dialect had become unfamiliar, the way our wet throats bathed the words in the liquid of saliva was intolerable. A sense of repulsion had invested all the bodies in movement, their bone structure, the frenzy that shook them. How poorly made we are, she thought, how insufficient. The broad shoulders, the arms, the legs, the ears, noses, eyes, seemed to her attributes of monstrous beings who had fallen from some corner of the black sky.

But what my less easily verbalized emotions recorded under the word Caserta was a spinning nausea, vertigo, and a lack of air.

Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in another or better life.

I'd been reading modern French novels, and William Faulkner as well. I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession, with undertones of nausea.