Quotes About Itch

I'm paranoid about mosquitoes.

That's when it comes, the urge to shout in the church, the nursery, the crowded movie house. It's an itch at first. Inconsequential. But that itch is soon a torrent behind a straining damn. Noah's flood. That itch is my whole life. Here is comes now. Cover your ears. Build an ark. Eat me! I scream.

To start from Scratch....One must have an Itch

The universe sometimes makes war seem a mere chigger in comparison, but that is in no way soothing to one who has the itch.

Ira felt as if he'd contracted an all-over emotional itch, as if he'd put on a sweater made of spiritually abrasive wool- but to take it off would leave him dreadfully cold.

Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.

Captain Hook's mother, who said to Little Hook, For God sakes, don't scratch it! Never got a dinner!

I believe God put that itchy spot on our backs just exactly where we can't reach it in order to encourage us be nice to each other.

Don't let the decor distract you," Gertie said. "I'd have to go blind for this not to distract me." "Got that right," Ida Belle grumbled. "Makes my butt itch, it's so loud." Gertie

As I've gotten older and I've watched people in productions, I go to the theater when I go back to London and see friends in Broadway, I think maybe there might come a time here to get back up there and prove oneself. It's just an itch; it's a nagging itch to go back there.

I started to itch to do a play again and 'Macbeth' came to the surface in my mind. I never thought I would do it in a conventional way. A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn't interest me.

Howsoever [the unfortunate voyage] proved lamentable and fatall to the actors, [it] may yet prove pleasing to the readers: it being an itch in our natures to delight in newnes and varietie, be the subject never so grievous.

Death, however, does itch. It itches all the time. It is always with us, scratching at some inner door. Mirroring, softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.

I said I heard them, it's like a, like a chittering I guess. You hear it, you don't hear it really but you just get the sound in the middle of your head, like an itch. It's not so much like a swarm of bees but more like a crowd, a crowd at a concert because you can pick out words and, I say it out loud and it sounds insane, but you can hear them talking to each other, coordinating. And more than that, you can hear their hate.

in stillness, I watched myselfget eaten by mosquitoes... the itch was maddening at first but eventually it just melded into a general burning feeling and i rode that heat to a mld euphoria. I allowed the pain to lose its specific associations and become pure sensation... and that eventually lifted me out of myself and into meditation.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Hilarity keeps you busy for several blocks, but there's a sickness to it, like an itch that if you keep on scratching, will grind straight through skin and muscle and bone, shredding your heart.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity.

But there is a destiny which shapes the ends of young misses who are born with the itch for writing tingling in their baby fingertips, and in the fullness of time this destiny gave to Emily the desire of her heart—gave

I'd read a great many books, even Dharma books, but I was making this itch into one of the worst catastrophes in human history.

The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.

One might say that any sermon involves both an "itch" and a "scratch" and sermons are born when at least implicitly in the preacher's mind the problematic itch intersects a solutional scratch—between the particulars of the human predicament and the particularity of the gospel.

They picked up a beard at a theater costume shop and applied it with rubber glue that was making Sloane's skin itch. Jenkins had

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