Quotes About Migraine

That no one dies of migraine seems to someone deep in an attack as an ambiguous blessing.

Because I had been tired too long and quarrelsome too much and too often frightened of migraine and failure and the days getting shorter

So what's on the agenda for tonight? (Danger) Migraine, futility, possible death. Same as every night, I guess. (Alexion)

Migraine headaches are created by people who want to be perfect and who create lot of pressure on themselves. A lot of suppressed anger is involved.

Migraine headaches are created by people who want to be perfect and who create a lot of pressure on themselves. A lot of suppressed anger is involved. Interestingly, migraine headaches can almost always be alleviated by masturbation if you do it as soon as you feel a migraine coming on.

Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh.

We have a new medicine for migraine headaches.

Dianne was suddenly concerned. Two boys see the same event. One goes into shock. It's reasonable to believe the other would be affected. She hadn't thought of this. She leaned down next to him. "Mark, are you all right?" He knew he had her. "I think so," he said with a frown, as if a migraine were upon him.

I had, bluntly, the worst fucking headache I had ever had in my life. I'm trying to think of the best way to describe it. Try this. Imagine a migraine, on top of a hangover, while sitting in a kindergarten of thirty screaming children, who are all taking turns stabbing you in the eye with an ice pick.

Also, you may find the color blue giving you a migraine for the next couple of days. Blue. Yeah. We don't know why it happens, we just know it does. When it does, just look at something not blue for a while. You know the sky is blue, right? Yes. Stay indoors. Don't look up.

I had, bluntly, the worst fucking headache I had ever had in my life. I'm trying to think of the best way to describe it. Try this. Imagine a migraine, on top of a hangover, while sitting in a kindergarten of thirty screaming children, who are all taking turns stabbing you in the eye with an ice pick. Times six. That was the good part of my headache.

It was a street of conformity; where identical houses were painted at the same time every spring, a place of rules where gardens, parenthood and the future were planned with equal care, and even if everything went wrong the master plan remained in effect–keep up appearances, clip the hedges, mow the lawn, so that no one will suspect that there's a third mortgage and that Mother's headaches are caused by martinis not migraine.

Love is a universal migraine A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.