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I'm sick in the heart," Blister aid, climbing into the car. "I don't need the doctor."
"Heartsick is the worst," Daisy G. said.
What is it that you long for best, that clenches teeth and claws over the ventricles of your heart?
Unsettling and Troubling Symptoms.
Mental nausea of daily squash
flabby cauliflower
and grease dripping slick and sheepish
onto the placid plate of mind.
I felt it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I felt like I was dying.
Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.
There's nothing more stressful than your stomach growling.
The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.
There are moments during the day when I just grind to a halt and simply cannot find the energy to draw another breath.
Is it the smoke?' the boy said, shivering slightly. 'I've never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one ... like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart ... and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging.
Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew.
Even a really bad ordinary argument, where feelings were hurt, would be so much better than this permanent sense of dread. She could feel it everywhere: in her stomach, her chest, even her mouth had a horrible taste to it. What was it doing to her health?
Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!
burning with curiosity
Singing in front of people. It's like having your heart beat outside of you.
Thanatos, Arthur would have called it. The heart's desire for death.
What is it that I especially find utterly unendurable? That I cannot cope with, that makes me choke and faint? Bad air! Bad air! The approach of some ill-constituted thing; that I have to smell the entrails of some ill-constituted soul!
Does it hurt? What is it?"
"It's not food poisoning, it's not a hazard to public health."
"What is it?"
"It's just an ache you've given me. I'll live. But only with you.
I'll sometimes feel a warmth or ache in my chest and think that it's my heart shaking off it's torpor. I hear it murmuring; maybe someday it will shout.
malady of reverie.
I feel my breath catch in my chest as I breathe out. I have no idea how to describe this feeling inside me, but it's a long way from 'Ick'. It's about as far away from 'Ick' as I can get.
Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?
We can see the smoke of a burning home, but who can know of a burning heart? MALAY SAYING
My chest aches and swells at the same time. Wow - happy and sad will just about knock you over when they hit together.
[F]alsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions.
It's not happening to you, it's happening through you. Check your thoughts and your energetic output for the answers.
My heart stirring this way and that like so much hot soup,
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
gastrointestinal problems
When you're on the open sea and you drop 10, 12 feet and your stomach goes up around your neck - that's when you have problems.
I feel like there is a bubble in my chest that expands more by the second, threatening to break me apart from the inside.
My heart has jet lag.
Sometimes, I get this familiar ache in my heart and a sense of stabbing emptiness around my ribcage. I don't even know what brings it on; it's just familiar like a horrible visitor. What brings me to my knees though, is the even bigger heart-hurt when I recognize this ghastly guest is back again.
No ... I ... I had this spicy Mexican food last night. It's only a bad case of heartburn. I don't need an exorcism. i need some Pepto-Bismo!
a sour lozenge on my tongue.
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
You've probably had somebody punch you in the stomach and it knocks the wind of you and you can't breathe. That's how I felt.
When I am upset about something, it gives me a stomachache. I have to address it right away so that I don't make myself sick.
My stomach turned and burned with the acid of failure
Heartache makes
for good poetry,
heartburn
not so much.
Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat beading on my brow ... and I know it's time to bust out those "chocolate frogs" from Harry Potter.
Bitterness can compromise a heart the way fireblight disease can consume an apple orchard.
All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain't got it life's not as complete.
When one's stomach is as fluttery as all that, it is nice to take a short break to lie down and perhaps sip a fizzy beverage, but there was no time for such things.
Do you smell something burning or is it me?
My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.
Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know
I lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need
to extinguish the dark flame inside me.
A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day.
A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.
What chest?' I said, because everyone knows if you ignore persistent, throbbing pain then it goes away. Like toothache. And small children. And overdrafts.
Nervousness made her feel nauseous, almost like she had two hearts frantically beating in her chest, instead of one.
the desire to breathe that was the problem.
Anxiety, it just stops your life.
The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones.
Intensely craving a salad of green papaya with bird chilies that tore your mouth apart, that burned your lips, set fire to your heart.
Worry is the stomach's worst poison.
Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.
My heart started acting like a drunk grasshopper.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Boiling anger burns. Sticks to people like hot melted sugar. Scars and blisters.
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
Every heart, it have its own ache.
Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart.
The temperatures rising in the slow-moving air like the heat of angered flesh as capillaries squeezed, the blood in them rising to a boil.
I very often wake up at two in the morning with my stomach going over. Sometimes it's difficult to work out why - it's all the things you've put to one side during the day.
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
I feel an emptiness open in my chest, coupled with a strange downward pull in my throat. I think, this is my heart sinking.
A stomach accustomed to hunger is satisfied with very little.
A divided heart offers a strange sensation.
watching the flames twist in the wind.
Indigestion: A disease which the patient and his friends frequently mistake for deep religious conviction and concern for the salvation of mankind. As the simple Red Man of the Western Wild put it, with, it must be confessed, a certain force: 'Plenty well, no pray; big belly ache, heap God.'
The heart hath treble wrong
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
My oldest son used to say his stomach had angries when he felt sick.
I always pictured an all night fight club for finger foods!!
I got a pain in my chest, and I can't breathe
A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENT
Stomach-ache can be a curse;
heart-ache may be even worse;
so thank Heaven on your knees
if you've got but one of these.
My stomach didn't let me read, eat, watch TV, or surf the internet.
It sounds kind of farfetched, yet I can't tell you how many people have had this syndrome ... the 'Old Hag Syndrome.' Apparently, there's this little old lady who comes into your room at night, sits on your chest and tries to suffocate you. You can Google her - she'll pop up. She's out there.
It's when my body decides to remind me it can do more than I'll ever want it to, it is so painful.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
feel even more full, almost excruciatingly
Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
Tormented by an unworldly hunger, yet not knowing how to satisfy it.
His negativity was giving me heartburn.
Something inside my chest breaks loose and falls. It never stops falling.
It having been a very cold night last night I had got some cold, and so in pain by wind, and a sure precursor of pain is sudden letting off farts, and when that stops, then my passages stop and my pain begins
He took up smoking recently. Life feels more exciting when you have something burning in your hand.
A burn, like the first taste of whiskey, then pure, unabashed ecstasy
p.i.a.: puke inducing actions.
I was in that painful condition which occurs when one has lost one's first wind and has not yet got one's second.
When a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes.
I have the most nervous stomach in the world.
It's a poor heart that never rejoices. Jane, go down to the cellar, and fetch a bottle of Upset ginger-beer.
Basically, it's just fatigue, ... I've run out of gas a little bit. I've played a lot this summer, and the body's just telling me I'm fatigued.
When I breathe,
This sound in my chest
Lonelier than the winter wind
Having Reyes so near is painful. I think it has apoplexy."
"Do you even know what that means?"
"No, but it sounds serious. Like Ebola. Or hives