Quotes About Discomfort

A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.

pain, though, was in his head. It was throbbing. Hot. If the feeling could be a colour, it would

HELP! Someone's trodden on me bits!

My tongue tasted like a gladiator's jockstrap [Marcus Corvinus after a night out]

that proverbial moment in which you realize your nausea is going to turn into a puke and that there is nothing to be done about it.

My sphincter is puckered just hearing about it. I doubt the best laxative in the world would do jack right now.

In one instance a woman was lying in my arms after hours of sex, and we were watching the sun come up, and I said, "Do you know what Plato says about forms?" She answered, "No. But I know what to say about your form." Pushing her away to block a kiss, I said, "No, really. What do you think about the idea that there are timeless blueprints for things?" She twisted her mouth in disgust. "You're weird," she said.

But struggling and suffering, as I now saw it, were the essence of a life worth living. If you're not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you're not constantly demanding more from yourself—expanding and learning as you go—you're choosing a numb existence. You're denying yourself an extraordinary trip.

The point is that you feel uncomfortable, and you're trying to talk yourself out of it because you think you're supposed to be nice.

Knowing takes its own time. I swear sometimes you've gotta get really, really uncomfortable before it shows up.

Man need discomfort for awaken.

On gratte, on gratte, et puis très vite on respire mal, on sue, il commence à faire terriblement chaud

Vomiting isn't bad either, take note. It is, in certain more obvious respects, a show of force. I have always liked this story 'A man holding with one hand to a one-way sign is vomiting into the gutter, another man goes past near him and tells him: "If you only knew how much I agree with you.

Her body has become unused to electric comforts.

His face was pure pain.

must've stepped in dog poop when I walked in the grass. And I knew EXACTLY where it happened, too. SQUISH I took my shoe off and went to the front of the room to tell Mrs. Pope about my situation. But I think Mrs. Pope thought I was trying to skip out on the pop quiz, because she gave me

I cursed. (S-word, f-word, s-word, d-word, s-word times three, f-word, and a z-word I made up on the spot.) I kicked a brick wall. I said the z-word again in response to the pain that came from kicking a brick wall.

He waited for the spider to succumb to nature's plan and go underneath the surface again. It didn't. It kept swimming toward them. Another spider leapt into the pool. And then another. "Nope," said Jaunty. "Nope, nope, nope! I'm not okay with this!

The Thing about people who wanted to show you things was that sometimes their interest in granting you knowledge was laced with a little voyeuristic sadism. They were waiting for the Look or the Reaction, and they didn't care what it was so long as it inflicted some kind of discomfort.

The thing about people who wanted to show you things was that sometimes their interest in granting you knowledge was laced with a little voyeuristic sadism. They were waiting for the Look or the Reaction, and they didn't care what it was so long as it inflicted some kind of discomfort.

What gives value to travel is fear. It breaks down a kind of inner structure we all have.

I just don't know anymore. God! I'm in a bad mood! It's like walking around in an itchy coat.

are pinched tightly together, she attempts a smile. Arthur can't help it; he thinks she looks constipated.

Oh, cold world -- I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.