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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.
Loss makes the soul sick
Suddenly I had to laugh. It was like realising you definitely need to projectile vomit when you thought you had it under control in some imprisoning form of public space.
This bloke was so pissed, he thought his vomit had come to life!
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
A tongue in a bag. Teeth. A room drenched in blood.
Those two make my mouth taste like throw up.
I sat up and my mouth tasted horrible, like stale pot, beer and Cheetos. The exact combination of ingredients that had caused me to pass into unconsciousness on Natalie's floor.
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.
People are vomiting unrealistically in movies, and something must be done about it.
I felt dead and sick inside.
A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
Sorry - I get word vomit. You know, where you can't stop talking? It's like diarrhea, but vomit? You know?
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.
Chauncy made a huge effort to control himself. "I had lunch at Maisie's Diner."
"And?"
"And what? It was the most revolting lunch it has been my misfortune to consume."
"And after?"
"Diarrhea, of course.
What he hates about whisky hangovers, he thinks now, is the synthesis they achieve between the spiritual and the gastric, as if your soul needs to throw up or your stomach has realised life is meaningless.
The sick in mind, and, perhaps, in body, are rendered more darkly and hopelessly so by the manifold reflection of their disease, mirrored back from all quarters in the deportment of those about them; they are compelled to inhale the poison of their own breath, in infinite repetition.
It tasted like salt and failure.
My legs have the strength of mashed potatoes. I'm cold and clammy and my stomach churns like I vomited. That's because I did, in the viewing room, and I discovered that yellow bile does not blend well with red velvet industrial carpeting. My crowning achievement in overreaction.
Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup?
Bethyl Ann has vomited words like she ate the dictionary.
Unsettling and Troubling Symptoms.
My memories make me vomit
And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.
Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).
She felt disgusting and used and like she could never trust anyone ever again, and the last thing she wanted was food.
I'm vomiting days before I start shooting a new movie.
When someone throws up while watching one of your movies, it's like a standing ovation.
The fear of vomiting, which for me is one of the most original and most acute of my fears, is actually fairly common. Emetophobia, it's called, and by some estimates, it's the fifth most common specific phobia.
If Jesus came back and saw what was being done in his name, he'd never stop throwing up.
I spent a wretched five minutes throwing up everything I'd ever eaten, ever thought about eating, or would eat in the future. I
The homicide detective was engaging in emotional catharsis, throwing up verbally. "What
Mental nausea of daily squash
flabby cauliflower
and grease dripping slick and sheepish
onto the placid plate of mind.
The bodies. Oh God, the bodies. And the blood and the screams and the smell of it all, like overripe peaches stuffed with pennies.
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.
9.01 Nausea catalogs the indigestible contents of the stomach that are to be brought up.
9.02 Memory that is nauseating catalogs the contents of the mind that can never be brought up.
Just thoroughgoingly nasty and sick.
absence
looks like a lake bed flooded with sky
sounds like cotton howling
tastes like tear-stained pillows
smells like churning bile and burnt hair
feels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying
Her strength and spirit were both dripping away, leaving her empty inside. She could feel her filth and hunger, and her body was protesting violently about her long period of tension, and drug and alcohol abuse.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.
What happens when someone throws you against a wall or tells you you're a jackass or puts you down or calls you bad names? It goes into your body. We hold it in our body. If we don't have a way to let that go and release that, it becomes sickness eventually.
behalf of Henry's suit are nauseous,
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.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over
Nothing I have witnessed, from lava to crustacean, assailed me liked the caked debris haunting that small plastic soap hammock in the smaller of the bathrooms. Nausea is not a sufficient word.
Rage, hate, shock, grief, anguish, terror, scorn, amusement, combinations of them, and nothing.
She felt dirty, ugly and tired. She felt like a marshmallow heading into a house fire armed with chocolate and graham crackers.
You turn into this desperate dude looking for a shred of attention when you just had so much. It's like, "I'm just lonely and all I really want is a hug, but I gotta capture that in something real gross." You start to understand why circus clowns are alcoholics.
I have a sickness doctors can't cure,
Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction,
Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love,
Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison,
Shameless were those my nights,
Yet my soul loved them beyond all passion.
An astonishing portion of my life is built around trying to evade vomiting and preparing for the eventuality that I might.
Like when someone, who has eaten and drunk far too much, vomits it back up again with agonising pain and is nevertheless glad about the relief, thus this sleepless man wished to free himself of these pleasures, these habits and all of this pointless life and himself, in an immense burst of disgust.
The house was the color of baby vomit.
IT was the most horrible, the most repellent thing she had ever seen, far more nauseating then anything she had ever imagined with her consious mind, or that had ever tormented her in her most terrible nightmares.
Before I got in the car, I was puking all over the place and on the grid. I was just a shaking wreck.
I felt pure the way you feel after you vomit, kind of light and strangely holy, like having taken a sauna in hell.
When the lights went out.
It wasn't just the lights. So many things about his physical situation changed all at once that his hindbrain couldn't keep up. It told him to be nauseated just in case he'd been poisoned. It was working with fifty-million-year-old response algorithms.
The first time I performed musically, I threw up.
We made love, and then she threw up.
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.
Charlie's stomach. He stomped back to his desk
No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.
Among a list of measures effective for inducing vomiting, she included: Injections of tobacco into the anus through a pipe stem.
Flavius's foot catches on a metal grate over a circular opening in the floor, and my stomach contracts when I think of why a room would need a drain. The stains of human misery that must have been hosed off these white tiles ...
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!!
Jack Daniels makes us all puke.
I am sick as a horse.
As the sense of smell is so intimately connected with that of taste, it is not surprising that an excessively bad odour should excite wretching or vomitting in some persons.
Christ must do a lot of puking when he reflects upon the good works done in his name.
Shit happens. Sometimes diarrhea happens.
from any anatomical disgust
You do realize," he said, "that 'nauseated' actually means that you make other people sick. The correct phrasing would be 'I feel nauseous.
...my insides were ulcerous from coffee and terror.
The
Nausea has not left me and I don't believe it will leave me so soon; but I no longer have to bear it, it is
no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.
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!
My mouth tastes like bad decisions.
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
I look hot and, most of all, skinny. I love the day after throwing up. I felt like a feather.
Anger... agony... so familiar emotions.
It felt like his head was spinning faster than his body, and his stomach flipped over with the dizziness.
My soul had the flu.
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.
Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
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.
Blood is thicker than water, and so is diarrhea
Her favorite foods made her gag, like old friends she hadn't seen in years turning up looking all wrong.
Blood may be thicker than water, but it is still sticky, unpleasant and generally nauseating.
This soup tastes like windows
Anything that makes weak - physically, intellectually and spiritually, reject it as poison.
The putrid carnal waste dump my skin and hair had become. An irate woman beating me with her placenta would have been more welcome than the copious amount of ... snot gluing my fingers together.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure: am I myself not a wave of icy air? With neither blood, nor lymph, nor flesh. Flowing down this long canal towards the pallor down there. To be nothing but coldness.
Worry is the stomach's worst poison.
Foul smell of the things that we do to escape
There is no glamour in this. No rock and roll.
This is just endings. This is just grief.
I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a repulsive cream.
Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation.
sorrow and despair. All too many
Sick to my motherf****** tummy!