Quotes About Discomfort

Between the yams and the stuffing, Dad looks down at his plate and says, "Do you know about rimming?" I know it isn't table talk. "And fisting?" my mom asks.

No, I just mean … I'm not into … this." "This?" Her scowl deepens and her teeth bare. "Aliens?" "Women." "Oh. Oh. " "Yes, oh." "Oh.

THE HOT WATER'S a scorcher and the cold water's like a winter puddle, and the shower offers nothing in between.

The difficulty in treating trigger points is that they typically send pain to some other site.

Everywhere, in the wreckage around him, he found evidence to support the same bitter thesis: that he had encountered nothing in his life—no person, no state of mind or body—he wanted sufficiently to suffer even passing discomfort for.

he felt sick as a flea in a leper's jock strap.

I hate hospitals. The nurses all have icy hands and the color on the goddamned TV is always changing.

Me...squinting in discomfort at the discovery of some new defect in the design of the world.

slightest touch or movement brought on nausea

I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.

But for us the tragedy was but just beginning; as in the case of other wounds the pain was drugged at the moment, and made itself felt afterwards when we began to move. There was pain in all our circumstances, or a dull discomfort, a kind of restlessness and aimlessness which was even worse. Misery of this kind tends to concentrate itself upon an object, if it can find one, and there was a figure, unfortunately, who would serve our purpose very well.

but it was their relation, and his coming to her like that, openly, so that anyone could see, that discomposed her; for then people said he depended on her, when they must know that of the two he was infinitely the more important, and what she gave the world, in comparison with what he gave, negligible.

They both felt uncomfortable, as if they did not know whether to go on or go back.

Comfort is no test of truth. Truth is often far from being comfortable.

I was unbathed, unshaven, and had had no bowel movement. My nerves were a-jangle.

The temperature in that hangar would sometimes get down to 40 degrees, and very often I had to put on long underwear, which was so restrictive I suffered from an acute vascular disorder for days afterward.

Although God and His promise of a better life hereafter may have been dismissed by Kramer as just another false comfort, the muscular directness of his writing, its spontaneous spoken-ness, its proud discomfort, its inelegant elegance, are Jewish tropes.

I love visiting new places but am not overly fond of the travel to get to them.

Silencing others when they have a challenging story to share is not a benefit to anyone. More often than anything we silence others not out of concern for them, but out of fear of facing discomfort. Silencing the conversation when difficult things arise is just another way we keep one another down.

Being in a room with that many people was starting to make me itch.

Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. "Ow!

Tess's Uncle Donald winced when he entered the Kibbitz Room at Attman's Delicatessen. The pained expression

I step back, farther inside the salon. Watching Luca surrounded by girls, all vying for his attention, Elisa attached to him like a nasty growth that will need extensive surgery to remove, is not my idea of a fun time.

Someone undressed me, took off my stinky vomitty dress and my underwear, and put a nightie on me while I was unconscious. Somehow, that realization is particularly hard to bear, the thought of my naked body flopping around, all my squishy bits on full display as someone--Catia? Kelly?--pulled off my bra and knickers. The humiliation just never stops.