Quotes About Discomfort

A man should take to himself no discomfort from an opinion expressed or implied by his adversary, but it is difficult, and oftentimes humiliating to attempt to justify the kindness of one's friends.

If soup isn't hot enough to make a grown man wince, it's undrinkable.

If you want to forget all your other troubles, wear too tight shoes.

Toda "cultura pura" tem causado mal-estar aos porta-vozes do poder

I've got a computer, but I won't go near it.

I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.

I love turtlenecks; they are very chic, but I don't wear them very often because it bothers me to have something around the neck.

Giving blood, or being near a needle, is the absolute worst.

I can't look when my blood is drawn and I hyperventilate when I see a needle. I hate it.

Well, I hate needles and stitches. I'm the biggest wimp when it comes to that stuff. Can't stand it. That little needle is the worst feeling for me. I hate it.

I don't travel very well: people get on my nerves.

Confrontation makes me nervous.

When people are nervous, some people move around. Some people scratch their leg.

I think a lot of people of my generation are discomfited by the assertion of neutrality in the mainstream media, this idea that they're the voice of God. I think it's just honest to say, yes, you know where I'm coming from but you can fact-check anything I say.

I can never forget my role in 'Baghban' because I was expected to act nasty with Amitabh Bachchan and I did not like it.

I still can't get used to a smartphone. There's something I really dislike about it, but for a new generation, life without smartphones never existed.

By now I felt guilty about what I had got my father into. He had developed no real affection for the club, and would rather, I think, have taken me to any other First Division ground. I was acutely aware of this, and so a new source of discomfort emerged: as Arsenal huffed and puffed their way towards 1-0 wins and nil-nil draws I wriggled with embarrassment, waiting for Dad to articulate his dissatisfaction.

At the counter, she winced at what the poking cost

Discomfort is sometimes what is most precious to me about great art.

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

A headache, I get the kind of headache God would smote you with in the Old Testament.

The closest thing that comes to how the day felt is when you wipe back to front. You're on the toilet. You're not thinking, and you smear shit on the back of your hanging-down wrinkled ball skin. The more you try to wipe it clean, the skin stretches and the mess keeps getting bigger. The thin layer of shit spreads into the hair and down your thighs. That's how a day like this, how it feels to keep secret.

Wenn das Totsein erst einmal den Reiz des Neuen verloren hat, scheint ein gewisses Unbehagen an seine Stelle zu treten.

Next, I'm holding a bag of clothes, being herded toward an open door filled with sunlight. My briefs are still looped around my ankles, so I'm waddling, my erection swinging in front of me like a blind man's cane, and the talent wrangler has the nerve to say, 'Thank you for coming...