Vomit Quotes

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James Baldwin
“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”
James Baldwin

Sarah J. Maas
“... As Lorcan stared down at Lysandra, his blood-splattered face impassive. "Out of the way, shifter."

Lysandra had held up a slender hand- and Lorcan paused. The shape-shifter pressed her other hand against her stomach, her face blanching. But then she smiled and said, "You forgot to say 'please.' "

Lorcan's dark brows flattened. "I don't have time for this." He made to step around her, shove her aside.

Lysandra vomited black blood all over him.

Rowan didn't know whether to laught or cringe as Lysandra, panting, gaped at Lorcan, and at the blood on his neck and chest. Slowly, too slowly, Lorcan looked down at himself.

She pressed a hand over her mouth. "I am-so sorry-"

Lorcan didn't even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor.”
Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

Jean-Paul Sartre
“People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea”
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

Richard Bachman
“Herk threw up the mouse, the hamburger he'd eaten for lunch, and some pasty glop that looked like tomato soup. He was just starting to ask his mother what was going on when she threw up. And there, in all that puke, that old dead mouse didn't look bad at all. It sure looked better than the rest of the stuff.”
Richard Bachman, Rage

Maurice Sendak
“Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!”
Maurice Sendak

Sarah Kane
“We made love, and then she threw up.”
Sarah Kane, Crave
tags: sex, vomit

Dean Koontz
“Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.”
Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas

Isabel Allende
“Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy....”
Isabel Allende

Lord Byron
“I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...”
Lord Byron

Elizabeth Hardwick
“Canadians, do not vomit on me!”
Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights

Kamand Kojouri
“If your mind can move mountains
and swallow gods,
Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays
and unborn tomorrows?

If it can vomit stars
and walk on split hairs,
Why must it follow the same
path to despair?

Everyone will tell you:
'An orgasm here is just as good.”
Kamand Kojouri

Ali Wong
“And then I threw up from all the anesthesia and my teeth were still chattering and they were telling me not to vomit so hard, otherwise my stitches would bust open. I said,'I don't know how to vomit softly.' That's like telling someone to shit perfume.”
Ali Wong, Dear Girls: Intimate Tales, Untold Secrets, & Advice for Living Your Best Life

Stephen King
“Your friend the Turtle... He died a few years ago. The old idiot puked inside his shell and choked to death on a galaxy or two. Very sad, don't you think? But also quite bizarre.”
Stephen King, It

Sadegh Hedayat
“For some reason all activity, all happiness on the part of other people made me feel like vomiting. I was aware that my own life was finished and was slowly and painfully guttering out. What earthly reason had I to concern myself with the lives of the fools, the rabble-people who were fit and healthy, ate well, slept well, and copulated well and who had never experienced a particle of my sufferings or felt the wings of death every minute brushing against their faces?”
Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl

Ian McDonald
“The men had to use condoms. You didn’t want to get hit by that stuff, flying. I said be kind and I did something worse than flying cum. I threw up all over him. I couldn’t stop throwing up. That’s not sexy.”
Ian McDonald, New Moon

Olivia Sudjic
“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.”
Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy

Samuel Beckett
“It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.”
Samuel Beckett, First Love and Other Novellas

Sherrilyn Kenyon
“You know nothing says love like a man holding a bucket, waiting for you to hurl into it."

"No, offense, you start hurling and I'm going to be needed immediately downstairs in the casino ... I guarantee it."

She glared at him with only her one eye open. "That's not very romantic."

He scoffed at her aggravated tone. "Excuse me? Did I miss something? What has ever been romantic about vomit?"

"A man standing by your side when you're sick. Holding your hair back from your face ... that's romantic."

"In what alternate universe do you live? Here in a place I like to call reality, that's disgusting. Who in their right mind would find that romantic?”
Sherrilyn Kenyon, Devil May Cry

Emory R. Frie
“Can we at least avoid the cannibals? I prefer not to vomit when screaming for my life.”
Emory R. Frie, Enchanted Forest

Steven Magee
“I have met drunken ladies during my travels, it is okay until they vomit all over you!”
Steven Magee

Vincent Okay Nwachukwu
“Some heavy drinkers can’t sober up – they are dazed 24/7. They fall into the fire; it’s ok. They sleep in a stinking gutter; it’s ok. They urinate and vomit on their body; it’s ok. Every disgusting thing is ok to the drunkard.”
Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

Jason Medina
“He knew he did not have much time. He felt his mind rapidly slipping away. The pain had coursed through most of his body and was currently attacking his brain. His head felt like it was on fire. The urge to vomit was becoming harder to resist.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

Steven Magee
“5G, why did you make me vomit?”
Steven Magee

Marquis de Sade
“Fanchon, 69 years of age, has been hanged 6 times in effigy, and has committed all imaginable crimes; she has a squint, and is pug-nosed, short, fat, with no forehead and only 2 teeth; an erysipelas covers her arse, a bunch of haemorrhoids hangs from her arsehole, a canker devours her vagina, she has a burnt thigh and a cancer eating away at her breast; she is always drunk, vomits, farts and shits all over the place and at any time without even noticing.”
Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

Marquis de Sade
“All four had to be carried off after they were found swimming in the floods of their own filth – the Président asleep with his mouth sealed to that of Madame Desgranges, who was still vomiting into it.”
Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

Marquis de Sade
“That same evening Michette, having eaten a great deal, is suspended by her feet until she has vomited all of it over Curval, who frigs himself beneath her and swallows.”
Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

Édouard Louis
“And yet the doctor had warned him: under no circumstances should he take his medicine on an empty stomach, not unless he had breakfast right after. And in fact, very often, when he took his pills on an empty stomach, the first thing he did was limp to the toilet so he could throw up, holding his hands out before him like a bad actor imitating a blind man, still between sleep and waking, eyes squinted shut, mouth gummy from sleep. The acid odor of the vomit would wake him. He hoped this didn’t interfere with the treatment, he hoped the pills had had time to dissolve in his stomach and spread through his tissues and bloodstream between the time he’d swallowed them and the moment when he found himself on his knees against the toilet, leaning over the bowl, hands firmly planted on the plastic seat—because he was afraid of drowning in the toilet bowl, drowning in the water and the rejected contents of his stomach, and his body would be racked with spasms, and there would be nothing left to throw up since he hadn’t eaten, and his body would contract, arch, and twist the way you wring out a damp rag to squeeze out the last drops of water. Even if he didn’t throw up, the nausea would persist from morning to night. Often he took a nap in the afternoon. He’d get up at noon, wander around the apartment, then go back to bed at two, get up at six, and nervously wait for dark so he could go back to bed again. He had to follow the course of treatment, his body didn’t tolerate it well, and since it began his nights had stretched from eight hours to fifteen or sixteen hours per day, and the whole time he kept thinking, After all you’ve been through.”
Édouard Louis, Histoire de la violence

Josef Winkler
“The corpse fluid had dripped onto the brown Carinthian suit of one of the pallbearers, & he vomited beside a funeral wreath propped up against a garden fence. On its black ribbon, in golden letters, was written A Last Goodbye.”
Josef Winkler, When the Time Comes

Roland Topor
“His stomach turned inside out, like a glove, and he vomited.
   It wasn't disagreeable at all. Almost like a liberation, in fact. A kind of suicide, in a way. These particles of matter that showered from his mouth, after he had thought them consumed and digested, did not disgust him. No, he was completely indifferent to them; and to everything else, for that matter. It was only when he vomited that he could be indifferent even to life itself.”
Roland Topor, The Tenant

Andre Agassi
“When they hand me the trophy I think about vomiting into it”
Andre Agassi, Open

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