Quotes About Stomach

I have had, at a very good Paris brasserie, the misfortune to eat a single bad mussel, one treacherous little guy hidden among an otherwise impeccable group. It slammed me shut like a book, sent me crawling to the bathroom shitting like a mink, clutching my stomach and projectile vomiting. I prayed that night. For many hours. And, as you might assume, I'm the worst kind of atheist.

Here is the reality: most people couldn't stomach another 2008 without selling some or all of their investments.

Of course, sir; when a man's stomach rises above his intelligence, he'll have to argue accordingly,' said the Senator.

They say that a pauper has a bottomless stomach. That's true as the Bible. You ought to take a look at Genesi's children. May God spare me! But I'm not talking ill of anyone, God forbid. And I can't stand backbiting either.

Life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth.

Always in your stomach and in  your  skin  there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to.

I will not listen to your verse on an empty stomach! declared the Vicomte. You have no soul, said Philippe sadly. But I have a stomach, and it cries aloud for sustenance. I weep for you, said Philip. Why do I waste my poetic gems upon you?

Bombay was an expensive place and I didn't want to spend my nights without food in my stomach. For 400 a month, I would make bills from morning till evening and then would head to Prithvi Theatre.

Do you eat cheese?" "Yes. Though I'm slightly lactose intolerant. My stomach wants to be vegan, but I can't do that to my tongue. Cheese is the greatest food in the world, alongside the potato." "The potato?" "Yes"..."The Potato is so versatile. Mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, scalloped potatoes, oh god, scalloped potatoes! Potato wedges, latkes, even a boiled potato is good. And then there's french fries, and chips. The potato is our saviour. The potato is magic.

The gods spit on those without honor, you know! It'll be a cold hell, and a dark one, for you!" "I'm chock-full of honor, sir. Got lots of it. Keep it right here between my empty stomach and my puckered white ass, which you may kiss, by the way.

If I seem unduly preoccupied with Darwin's stomach, perhaps you can understand why. It seems both apt and ironic that the man responsible for launching the modern study of fear—and for identifying it as an emotion with concrete physiological, and especially gastrointestinal, effects—was himself so miserably afflicted by a nervous stomach.

Trying to execute that kind of intricate staging in the West Wing at the same time you're doing intricate dialogue - it's like patting your head and rubbing your stomach!

If there is one thing in the world that will make a man peculiarly and insufferably self-conceited, it is to have his stomach behave itself, the first day it sea, when nearly all his comrades are seasick.

In the tree shadows, Liesel watched the boy. How things had changed, from fruit stealer to bread giver. His blond hair, although darkening, was like a candle. She heard his stomach growl - and he was giving people bread. Was this Germany? Was this Nazi Germany?

Though the rain washed Mammachi's spit off his face, it didn't stop the feeling that somebody had lifted off his head and vomited into his body. Lumpy vomit dribbling down his insides. Over his heart. His lungs. The slow thick drip into the pit of his stomach. All his organs awash in vomit. There was nothing the rain could do about that.

Though the rain washed Mammachi's spit off his face, it didn't stop the feeling that someone had lifted off his head and vomited into his body. Lumpy vomit dribbling down his insides. Over his heart. His lungs. The slow thick drip into the pit of his stomach. All his organs awash in vomit. There was nothing the rain could do about that.

He was immediately taken aback, recognizing that an empty stomach is what we require for patients going to surgery. I tried

No hay nada como respirar hondo después de reírte tanto. Nada en el mundo como el dolor de estómago por una buena causa.

I read an article about Nirvana on one visit, and it didn't have any references to honey mustard dressing or lettuce. They kept talking about the singer's stomach problems all the time, though. It was weird.

rim of flab between navel and groin.

There was a profound silence, abruptly broken by an enormously loud rumble from George's stomach. Plaster didn't actually fall from the ceiling, but it was close.

But certainly the two best-known tales in the neighborhood - the key hauntings, if you will - concern the Red Room and the Screaming Staircase.' There was a profound silence, abruptly broken by an enormously loud rumble from George's stomach. Plaster didn't actually fall from the ceiling, but it was close. 'Sorry,' he said cheerfully. 'Famished. I think I"ll have another doughnut, if you don't mind. Any takers?

Cinderpaw rolled onto her back with a dramatic moan. "Suffering can do that to a cat!" Fireheart prodded her stomach with a paw, and Cinderpaw squeaked before scrambling back onto her side.

What should I do?" Patty put her head between her knees. She felt laughter in her stomach, it was all so ludicrous. I wonder if I'm having a breakdown, she thought. Maybe I could have a breakdown and then I won't have to talk to anyone. A safe white room, and Patty being ushered like a child from breakfast to lunch to dinner, maneuvered by people with gentle whispers, Patty shuffling like someone who's dying.