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A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
A cough is something that you yourself cant help, but everybody else does on purpose just to torment you.
Tis an ill wind that blows no minds
Laugh a lot. It clears the lungs.
He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. Something
Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.
...this feeling that the air was tearing itself apart.
Embarrassment thickened in his throat like phlegm.
There is an aching that is worse than any pain.
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
All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain't got it life's not as complete.
It always hurt not to breathe like a normal person, incessantly reminding your lungs to be lungs, forcing yourself to accept as unsolvable the clawing scraping inside-out ache of underoxygenation.
Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.
When they coughed, they coughed like people accustomed to be forgotten on doorsteps and in draughty passages, waiting for answers to letters in faded ink ...
Sometimes you could get so turned around that even breathing became complicated.
A cough so robust that I tapped into two new seams of phlegm.
Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.
Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.
The temptation to betray a secret, always breathing its hot breath in your ear.
It's an ill wind that blows no good.
I just want to breathe
He must not laugh at his own wheeze: a snuff box has no right to sneeze.
His chest heaved, and he coughed.
"You have coughed before," his mother said. "It is a sign of weakness. Control it.
are you breathing, are you lucky enough
to be breathing
breathing then, for
There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice
one of Chloe's models 'as gone down wif leprosy . . ."
"Wait," interrupted Niall. "Leprosy?"
"That's what Chlo said. That fing wif your throat where you can't talk."
"That's laryngitis.
Noise: a stench in the ear.
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.
It's when you hide things that you choke on them.
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
I've had my fair share of colds, which last longer than they should and can cause wheezing, so I avoid people who are sneezing like the plague and am scrupulous about hygiene and hand-washing.
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.
When yo hold your nose so high in the air, you can't see where you are going.
There's a very loud noise in my ear, not unlike a cat sneezing, if the cat is the size of the Great Sphinx of Giza and it's just inhaled three tons of snuff.
The stresses, strains, and traumas of ordinary daily existence in the process of working and living tend to inhibit our breathing ability.
hand gripped his aspirator, but, oddly, his asthma had not closed down as it had on the day he fled from the hobo with the rotted nose. There was only that sense of standing still and watching the house slide stealthily
Occasionally now I feel a wang that goes in my head - once you've got it you've got it. The [illness] was quite severe, leaving me deeply unhappy and frightened.
I had asthma when I was a kid, asthma so bad that it would turn into pneumonia and I almost died several times. Nobody knew why back then, but now it's obvious.
Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.
A matriarch who considers powerful sneezes as noise disruptions worthy of eviction.
I started feeling this little lump in my throat, like you would feel if you have swollen glands or something like that, like you'd feel if you have a cold, so I didn't really think it was anything.
My dear doctor, I am surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, as I have been practising all night.
slanderous diarrhea of the mouth.
Breathing's difficult if you overthink the action, like staring at the word the for too long. Grows unnatural, bizarrely wrong.
I asked a coughing friend of mine why he doesn't stop smoking. 'In this town it wouldn't do any good,' he explained. 'I happen to be a chain breather.'
How very close it is to illness. The loose, restless limbs. The feverish cheeks. The burning salt of the heart. The prickle of sweat. Love.
Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.
Singing in front of people. It's like having your heart beat outside of you.
Already her lungs screamed for air.
Oh, I'm dying,' I like moaned. 'Oh, I have a ghastly pain in my side. Appendicitis, it is. Ooooooh.' 'Appendy shitehouse,' grumbled this veck.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Anxiety, it just stops your life.
I had a lump in my throat the size of a bundt cake pan.
Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
p.i.a.: puke inducing actions.
vomiting the crying
My doctor grabbed me by the wallet and said,'Cough'
Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.
Occasionally, someone coughed with a dry rasp that sounded like a mummy tapped on the head with a pair of tongs.
It feels like a door opening, and lungfuls of fresh air rushing in.
Bad vibes, an underlying sickness or misery that oozed out around the edges of conversations and interactions.
My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.
Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.
London: A place you go to get bronchitis.
Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not suffice
To fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rotten
Lest we all be forgotten things
That sit like dust upon the mantel of her mind
the hot sickness causing him to see people
I
Keep writing.
Not because I want to.
It's a respiratory illness.
His chest thumps. It happens more and more these days. He has to sort of struggle for a mouthful of air, like a fish in an overturned bowl.
When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.
I can't find my breath.
Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.
I think I'm allergic or something. I feel kinda strange... sort of floaty and light-headed."
"You ain't sick, hon," Mom said. She kissed me cheek and hugged me so tight I thought I might break a rib. "That's joy.
My chronic hiccups suddenly came back so I had to go the hospital."
"I never heard of you having this condition before
Where are you?" I wheeze into the floor. "Where did you go?
When the doors closed behind me I felt like a bird had got inside my chest and was beating its wings trying to get loose, and it wasn't leaving much room for me to breathe.
Why does a suppurating lung give so little warning and a sore on the finger so much?
on a cough, but of course there was
My lungs feel like they're imploding. Every part of my body feels like it's trying to run, screaming, from every other part of my body.
And then, apparently, the warm-up is over.
Breathing is underrated.
Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart.
I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.
If you're a writer, you'll know it by the distinct feeling of only being able to breathe properly when alone with your characters. All other times, I'm panting
just pining for the next time I can be with them.
Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.
The earliest sensation at the onset of illness, often preceding the recognition of identifiable symptoms, is apprehension. Something has gone wrong, and a glimpse of mortality shifts somewhere deep in the mind. It is the most ancient of our fears.
Is this a Netherling flu?
Get me well so I can get on television and tell people to stop smoking.
It turns out that President Obama has acid reflux. He had a sore throat, went to the hospital, and they diagnosed it as acid reflux. Talk about irony
it's not covered by Obamacare.
I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I breathe in but no air gets into my lungs.
When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.
The panic that's gonna kill you or get you seriously hurt,
Was something contagious. I'm not sure what you're
I've had asthma my entire life.
Save your breath for screaming,
Fill your lungs. Beat your heart.
What's the feeling, nobody can hear you???
What's the feeling you to scream and nobody hears?
What's the feeling, to can't do anything?