Quotes About Discomfort

Lent survives as a much moderated version of this self-imposed discomfort.

At this point, Chester started to bathe his tail, which is a cat's way of changing a subject he finds uncomfortable.

I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.

He wiped his nose with his sleeve. Gross me out the door.

x. IT WAS EIGHT-THIRTY IN the morning by the time I got to storage, with a sore jaw from grinding

back there or maybe even taken an actual shit, and then tried to cover it up with a bunch of coconut air freshener that smelled like suntan lotion. The seats were greasy, and patched with duct tape, and the shocks were nearly gone. Whenever we struck a

Discomfort without hope of betterment is not a great springboard.

It is, of course, open to anyone to say that the whole idea is morbid and exaggerated--open even to those who think nothing of queuing for twenty-four hours in acute discomfort to see the first night of a musical comedy, which lasts three hours at most, which they are not sure of liking when they get there, and which they could see any other night with no trouble at all.

CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.

He lay, panting heavily in the wet air, and tried feeling bits of himself to see where he might be hurt. Wherever he touched himself, he encountered a pain. After a short while he worked out that this was because it was his hand that was hurting.

Su cabeza nadaba a estilo libre, pero en su estómago alguien practicaba el mariposa.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly... he began. Spasms wracked Ford's body - this was worse than even he'd been prepared for.

I sandpapered the roof of my mouth with 3 bowls of Cap'n Crunch - had raw gobbets of mouth-beef dangling onto my tongue all day

The truth shall make you free," she said, "but first it will make you miserable.

To most people, Metcalf had discovered, silence was even more unbearable than pointed questioning.

I had a botfly bite once, on my forehead. Felt like a mosquito at first. It began to swell and turn red. Hurt like the devil. A month later it erupted, and inch-long botfly maggots started squirming out and dropping to the ground.

Suzanne likes thrills, but she hates being uncomfortable.

It's really very unpleasant. And not being able to say anything to answer back makes it rankle more, if you know what I mean.

She breathed an enormous sigh, looked at Poirot, Looked away, and suddenly blurted out, "You're too old. Nobody told me you were so old. I really don't want to be rude but - there it is. You're too old. I'm really sorry." She turned abruptly and blundered out of the room, rather like a desperate moth in lamplight. Poirot, his mouth open, heard the bang of the front door. He ejaculated: "Non d'un nom d'un nom...

Miss Emily Brent sat very upright as was her custom. She was sixty-five and she did not approve of lounging. Her father, a Colonel of the old school, had been particular about deportment. The present generation was shamelessly lax—in their carriage, and in every other way…. Enveloped in an aura of righteousness and unyielding principles, Miss Brent sat in her crowded third-class carriage and triumphed over its discomfort and its heat.

For some of us, listening to him was like being pricked repeatedly with a pin—the sensation a discomfort radiating out from its point of entry. A poem of nerve ends, of images that stitched you up in a zigzag pattern and then scissored you open again.

La profonde tristesse résulte toujours d'un état maladif du corps.

I personally have a background of many days on end of confusion, understimulation, overstimulation, and uncomfortableness with the world around me.

There is something about a phony that creeps me out so much.