Quotes About Irritation

Sometimes, I think 'The Spectator' is calculated to embarrass me.

When a man wears his pants that tight, they tend to pinch his balls, and that tends to pinch his temper.

He is disappointed because he has solved the problem, and has gone back to the baseline state of boredom and low-level irritation that always comes over him when he's not doing something that inherently needs to be done, like picking a lock or breaking a code.

There are all kinds of stupid people that annoy me but what annoys me most is a lazy argument." -

Theophilus Crowe's mobile phone played eight bars of Tangled Up in Blue in an irritating electronic voice that sounded like a choir of suffering houseflies, or Jiminy Cricket huffing helium, or, well, you know, Bob Dylan.

eres como si Insoportable e Irritante hubieran tenido un hijo por el culo!

Il mattino dopo, il primo pensiero di Tuck fu: Ho un aereo da prendere. Il secondo: ho il cazzo rotto. Succede. Hai un'irritazione intima - emorroidi, crampi mestruali, malattie veneree, la vescica infiammata - e per quanto provi a sfuggirne l'attrazione gravitazionale, la mente si ritrova imprigionata nell'orbita del pensiero circolare. Se qualcosa riesce a distrarti dall'irritazione, è un'altra irritazione. La vita è un'irritazione.

Ich sprach von der Menschheit allgemein. Mir geht das dämliche Pack gehörig auf den Sack

Hay siempre en el pensamiento cierta cantidad de rebelión interior, y le irritaba sentirla dentro de sí.

He flew into a rage on every occasion, most frequently when wrong.

Há sempre na reflexão uma certa quantidade de rebelião íntima, que o irritava.

throat and eyes and made her cough constantly.

Aware of the governor's number-three offspring watching her manage the difficult task of conveying a bit of pastry into her biological mouth ~ her carved jade utensil with its long hook made it possible, but the point was to eat as gracefully as one would sans facial design ~ Inez grew irritated. She sensed the entire table watching her.

And that was why she was angry. Because they weren't giving her a reason to be angry. Feelings. Were. Stupid.

Simon rolled his eyes. "It's a good thing we know the person who's dating Magnus Bane," he said. "Otherwise, I get the feeling we'd all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something." Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. "The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.

You went to all that trouble just for my body?" I said, amazed and so grateful. Reyn looked up, irritation on his face. "Yeah. We were going to have you stuffed, as an example to future students." I grinned, "You could put me on wheels, move me from room to room.

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.

I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.

I have supersensitive skin, to the point where sometimes I touch my neck and it turns red.

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

I hate calling him T-Bone. It sets my teeth on edge, like when you have to ask for a Big Heap Buffalo Billburger, when all you want is a quarter-pounder, or a Just Like Mom Used to Make, when all you want is a piece of apple pie.

I wish he were better at hailing taxis than I am; on the other hand, I realize that expectation is culturally conditioned, utterly foolish, has nothing to do with anything, is exactly the kind of thinking that ought to be got rid of in our society; on still another hand, having that insight into my reaction does not seem to calm my irritation.

I love trash. I have never believed that kitsch kills. I tell you this, so you will understand that my antipathy toward 'Love Story' is not because I am immune to either sentimentality or garbage, two qualities the book possesses in abundance. When I read 'Love Story', and I cried, in much the same way that I cry from onions, involuntarily and with great irritation, I was deeply offended...