Gastric Distress Quotes

Hunger reduces one to an utterly spineless, brainless condition, more like the after-effects of influenza than anything else. It is as though all one's blood had been pumped out and lukewarm water substituted.

Doctor, do you think it could have been the sausage?

I could eat a feeling faster than anybody, put a little hot sauce on it and wouldn't recognize it until it showed up on my behind three days later.

There was an old man of Orleans, Who was given to eating of beans; Till once out of sport, he swallowed a quart, That dyspeptic old man of Orleans.

I make the same noise after I eat too much as I do after I work out.

Really, Channing,” remonstrated Alexia, “did you have to eat the man’s dog? I am convinced you will experience terrible indigestion.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.

Two days' hunger made a fine sauce for anything.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.

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.

That which could hunger, could starve.

Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.

In America, we eat until we're full, which means we usually go past the point of satiety because satiety actually follows digestion.

It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.

I was always wondering why the first ten minutes of eating fast food is heavenly and then after those ten minutes you start feeling like s**t?

There's nothing more stressful than your stomach growling.

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.'

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded "I ate civilization.

I'm so full I can't hear.

When you cut it up, put the pieces in your mouth and swallowed them, the British hamburger shaped itself to the bottom on your stomach like ballast, while interacting with your gastric juices to form an incipient belch of enormous potential, an airship which had been inflated in a garage. This belch, when silently released, would cause people standing twenty yards away to start examining the soles of their shoes. The vocalized version sounded like a bag of tools thrown into a bog.