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Talent by association made him nauseous
In my whole life, I've never vomited from seeing something disgusting. Does it really even happen, outside of movies and TV? I believe it may be a myth.
Inside my head, I shit my pants.
The act of vomiting deserves your respect. It's an orchestral event of the gut.
I wanted to die. I had a panic attack.
I felt pure the way you feel after you vomit, kind of light and strangely holy, like having taken a sauna in hell.
No, this is throwing up like coming off the tilt-a-whirl at age seven, like discovering that dead rat under the porch, like finding out someone you loved never loved you at all.
There was a momentary added weight in my stomach, almost like a sickness. There's a name for that sort of sickness. I think it's called falling in love with your best friend's girl. "You've
It appeared that a streamer machine had vomited everywhere
So what I did was stuff my face with anything around, any old rubbish, burgers, chocolate, crisps, fish and chips, loads of it, till I felt sick - but at least I'd had the pleasure of stuffing my face and feeling really full.
I was struck all on a heap.
Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He had been lying in a pool of his own vomit. At least, he hoped it was his own.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
I hate almost throwing up. Only pussies throw up.
I couldn't help myself as the words tumbled out. It was a sickness.
walked into this exam room, I was expecting another mundane case, considering the evening I'd had thus far. The smell of vomit had been the first thing that hit me when I entered, and I instantly groaned. God, I hated vomit. Give me blood and guts any day. I would rather stitch
I was covered in gore, dripping in slime, and in a very bad mood.
I was dead inside.
I Was Psychologically Sick For 3 Days Afterwards.
I felt profoundly ashamed, I was very much upset.
I almost vomited in the boot! I was just about to vomit in the boot! Can you imagine how upset I would have been?
I feel like I'm going to HURL. Which, even if I wanted to do, I couldn't do, because I haven't eaten. I can't even drag myself out of my room. And while I'd be able to muster the strength to roundhouse Fang until he begged for MERCY, I'de be mush around an Eraser.
I felt like poisoning a monk.
Sorry - I get word vomit. You know, where you can't stop talking? It's like diarrhea, but vomit? You know?
I think my water just broke.'
I took an instinctive step back. Because, gross. 'Omigod.
Scott Ritchie already felt like he was going to puke. It
My soul had the flu.
I look like Walt Disney just threw up.
Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny ... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.
I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.
Frowning, I glazed
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
She felt disgusting and used and like she could never trust anyone ever again, and the last thing she wanted was food.
Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
I felt red, white and blue all over.
The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.
I spent two yours of my life being anorexic, but I would never dream of throwing up - my God!
A growl came from the back of my throat. I looked like shit. I felt like shit. I wasn't ready to deal with her shit.
And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.
Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!
I felt like shit, but it was happy shit.
I was feeling as sick as the proverbial donkey.
After about 30 minutes I puked all over my airplane. I said to my self, "Man, you made a big mistake."
Actually, there is no way of making vomiting courteous. You have to do the next best thing, which is to vomit in such a way that the story you tell about it later will be amusing.
I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.
I was sick with desire; that sickness better than health.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
If he'd been a hero, he would have taken the opportunity to say, "That's what I call sorted!" Since he wasn't a hero, he threw up.
I dry heaved, forcing myself to try and not chuck up my guts. I had been f**ked by an insect man.
I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once
He ran for his toilet to throw up, but he didn't make it that far.
A girl's reaction to an offer for her first kiss should not be vomit.
Eating a little was like vomiting a little, just as bad as a lot.
I flamed amazement
Clammy, stomach clenched, the way she felt when she was about to vomit. Not again. She searched for another light source. A
He looked around the room and felt heartburn coming on like the drunk mother of a friend.
How touching. I think I'm gonna throw up.
My stomach knotted, the nausea so intense I began heaving on the ground. Smell, taste; all of it evil. A darkness so pure, I knew I could never defeat it. My fear strangled my light.
had been like wandering into the wrong carnival sideshow, the kind that left one feeling sick and slightly soiled.
I feel like a cup of tea with no milk. I just had one. It was disgusting.
Vomiting isn't bad either, take note. It is, in certain more obvious respects, a show of force. I have always liked this story 'A man holding with one hand to a one-way sign is vomiting into the gutter, another man goes past near him and tells him: "If you only knew how much I agree with you.
All I could do was suck in air through my gaping mouth and pray I wouldn't pass out.
I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach - everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness - that I had grown used to and now thought of as being love.
My mouth starts watering and a gurgle emanates from my stomach. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I haven't eaten since ... well, since 1609.
I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.
Those two make my mouth taste like throw up.
, I realized how ugly it was to eat and cry and sing at the same time.
Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:
I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.
Embarrassment thickened in his throat like phlegm.
My mouth fell open and my breath blew out in a sharp gust.
sank, at the realization of what had really
I don't see how you can eat after a scene like that. The man had blood coming from his rectum." "I have very strong stomach.
I was in the midst of a medium-sized panic attack.
I look hot and, most of all, skinny. I love the day after throwing up. I felt like a feather.
I was too miserable to take much consolation just from feeling good for a moment in a welter of shudders and salted, bloodstained tears.
Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.
Just thoroughgoingly nasty and sick.
I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!
Fear filled his gut like a meal he could not digest.
I seemed to still be alive. Which was unexpected. I'd feel good about it when I stopped retching my insides up.
You say you're sick, huh? Well, it looks like you've come down with a case of bullshit.
I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky
And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.
I was struggling man. I had a stomach ache. I was throwing up, I was just feeling bad. I couldn't sleep.
I could have listed maybe fifty possible reactions without coming close to the one I got. Her eyes dulled and her narrow nostrils flared wide and her mouth fell into sickness. She lost her posture and stood in an ugly way.
When I get nervous, I get word vomit.
The house was the color of baby vomit.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
I stepped on as many feet as I could because it took my mind off this enormous desire to puke that was ballooning up in front of me so fast I couldn't see round it.
Nothing like a sore stomach for right reasons
I shivered from the holy shit fuck of it all
Justin: "Say hi to Paul Thompson for me," he added.
Madeline: "Garrlgh," I gagged. The corner of his lips curled up.
Justin: "What was that?"
Madeline: "That was vomit creeping up the back of my mouth when you mentioned Paul's name.
I told you I was sick.
Should I feel better if I were to vomit?' asked Jagiello. 'I doubt it,' said Stephen. 'It has done nothing for the Colonel.
Suddenly his heart seemed to turn to ice and his bowels to water.
And then, I made myself sick to my stomach for an apologie that never came.
I'm sorry I threw up on your dog. And that he ate it.
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.