If your success is not amazing to your critics, it disturbs, infuriates, and frustrates them, and if they’re not careful; may go hang themselves and go to hell.

Sleeping on a plank has one advantage – it encourages early rising.

But I comforted myself with the thoughtthat the reward for every discomfort I suffered for God was a spiritual blessing.

Even discomfort or pain delivers awareness of life, and an opportunity for gratitude.

Love should not cause suffocation and death if it is truly love. Don’t bundle someone into an uncomfortable cage just because you want to ensure their safety in your life. The bird knows where it...

The earthquake of discomfort you feel moving inside of you when someone insults you is your own insecurity.

This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.

[T]he longer you stay skeptical, doubtful, intellectually uncomfortable, the better it is for you.

There’s sometimes a tugging feeling you get to push further when you aren’t being challenged enough or when things get too comfortable.

The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.

No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don’t even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!

For it is discomfort’s own essence to be near a man and to feel him in torture of misery, to feel with him the very pain of the misery, and yet to be unable to...

Discomfort it temporary. A photo is forever.

People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s pleasure with a life’s discomfort.

A thousand times today I’ve started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, “Can you tell me…? But then I’d look into the front seat, at my mother’s silent shaking, my father’s grim profile,...

The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I...

the weekly thirty minutes of sexual stress was a chronic but low-grade discomfort, like the humidity in Florida

She’d slept terribly the night before. The room, the bed, were both comfortable enough, but she’d been plagued with strange dreams, the sort that lingered upon waking but slithered away from memory as she tried...