Quotes About Discomfort

If I hammer my own thumb while doing some DIY, it's not nice, but it's not the end of the world. To care obsessively about similar levels of discomfort in animals seems to be a case of mistaken moral priorities.

Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.

There are only three things that stop me sleeping: hunger, the odd bad dream and cramp in the arches of my feet - it's crippling, as if somebody's trying to tie your foot in a reef knot.

I felt ill at ease with all this air about me, lost before the confusion of innumerable prospects.

Moral influence means persuading another that one can make that other more uncomfortable than that other can make oneself.

He does not like this branch of his profession — indeed he hates it — but will not admit it to himself. The habit of not admitting things to himself has become a confirmed one with him. Nevertheless there haunts him an ill defined sense that life would be pleasanter if there were no sick sinners, or if they would at any rate face an eternity of torture with more indifference. He does not feel that he is in his element. The

Whose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with him.

He shrugged. Confusion was like struggling to find the proper way to sit inside his skin.

Children pay attention to the truth their bodies tell them. Adults learn to allow their defense mechanisms to alter the truth . As adults we are alerted to danger by bodily sensations that we need to pay attention to. These could include a flash of fear , sweating, a tight stomach, a pounding heart, the hair standing up on the neck, or a general feeling of discomfort that we may be unable to name.

German reminded her of an old man hacking up phlegm.

He looks like a man who has nits and worms at the same time.

Every time new technology is introduced, especially involving reproduction, you get the 'yuck' effect.

People have a hard time accepting when someone displays even the slightest amount of discomfort in the spotlight. You're supposed to soak up every bit of fame like it's sunshine.

The last time I had this much fun was a root-canal operation.

I'm interested in man's march into the unknown but to vomit in space is not my idea of a good time. Neither is a fiery crash with the vomit hovering over me.

I think about the body kind of all the time, being as how I'm really uncomfortable in mine.

Every time I see you, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall. I feel uncomfortable every time I see you, and every time we talk, my throat tickles.

When people are warm, they cannot stand picking terms.

The cognitive dissonance is painful.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Do you truly hate them? Or is it more the feeling you get when you're around them that you hate?

I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before. They are hard to understand.

It wasn't about believing this or that, it wasn't even about good and evil and right and wrong, it was about finding the strength to bear the discomfort that came with being in the world.

It was like pressing your thumbnail against a radiator when it's really hot and the pain starts and it makes you want to cry and the pain keeps hurting even when you take your thumb away from the radiator.