Quotes About Discomfort

The words take the air out of the room and make my skin crawl. We sit there quietly, afraid it might get worse. It can always get worse. I know that now.

I don't like parties. There was never a party I was at where I didn't wish I was somewhere else.

During the season, I'm sore everywhere.

Being dubbed as a hunk sort of annoys me. It gives me a yucky feeling.

I think in general, lines are a bad idea. Especially if they sound like lines. Everyone's immediate reaction is to just kind of cringe a little bit.

I like playing with that space between laughter and discomfort where your discomfort can also make you laugh, and you're confused about the mixed feelings. That's challenging, and I think that's what makes for some of the best art.

I don't know if it's irrational, and I would never say this before, but I think I'm a little bit agoraphobic when I'm in huge crowds of people. I mean, it's claustrophobic, probably - small spaces and large groups of people, anxiety rises for me.

Change is hard, difficult, painful, and often messy

When someone obtains peace and serenity, this shines a bright spotlight on others' own unhappiness making their discomfort even more apparent.

That morning, awkward and heavy...

Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things.

You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep? Well, I suddenly had that feeling in my spine. Like termites were chewing through the marrow in my backbone.

They kept chirping and flipping and fingering their mental assholes.

She made herself uncomfortable behind the desk, erecting her laptop before her like a GM's screen in a game of Cubicles and Corporations.

Flying is so miserable these days. You have to go through security, and get up at the crack of dawn.

After having a real baby, I was sitting on a doughnut for a month.

My back only bugs me when I sleep wrong. I feel my knee more than anything, the left one. It's arthritic.

unpleasant feeling settling in

The coat went over his shoulder. It was too hot here for that, and hotter still where he was going. He'd have to wear a coat there. It was expected, one of those curious rules of formal behavior that demanded the maximum discomfort to attain the proper degree of decorum.

Kudra was amused by Alobar's tentative polka until her eyes fell upon the tumescent protrusion dancing with him. Disgusting she thought. An erection is just inappropriate. Then she realized with a shock that she was so wet that children could have sailed toy boats in her underpants.

Ashamed of the insults that were being heaped on our friend, we just sat there: I picked toe jam, Frieda cleaned her fingernails with her teeth, and Pecola finger-traced some scars on her knee—her head cocked to one side.

They say, "Listen to your body," but I have found that pain doesn't speak in complete sentences; its grasp of grammar is weak. Its pronunciation is unclear.

My head throbbed and my mouth tasted like incontinent parrots had roosted there overnight. I

You don't want things to be nice and settled. You think you do. But you don't.