Coughing Quotes

Chris: The worst moment was when I was performing and I was about to sing, but I choked. I had a tickle in my throat and I started coughing, and I couldn`t get the words out. It lasted for like thirty seconds, but I got over it, and luckily the crowd didn`t seem to care.

(July 2005 - On quitting smoking) I quit smoking four months ago and since then I have been biting-chewing-fidgeting with anything that isn`t nailed down. I quit cold turkey. I was up to two packs a day, I`m coughing, my eyes are red, I don`t have energy, I`m not even enjoying it, so I just said, `That`s it.` I think it might`ve been easier if I went with Nicorette or one of those supplements, but I just don`t get that. Let`s see, I`m addicted to something, so I know! Let`s pop some pills to get over it! Yeah, that makes sense. But now I find myself in conversations where people are looking at me and I`m salivating all over myself. This is how pathetic and sad it is: you start thinking, `Who am I without a cigarette in my hand?`

(talking about a severe coughing attack she had when she was six weeks old, slowly turning blue and finally stopping breathing until her mother`s prayers and spanking brought her back to life) If I were to write a biography, it would start like this: I was born in Brussels, Belgium, on May 4, 1929 . . . and I died six weeks later.

I think coughing up slugs was quite hard. Ron has a scene where he has to cough up these giant slugs.

I had no idea Ellen Barkin was in the restaurant. If she was coughing or dying, she was doing it politely. I would have been more than happy to reach down her throat or squeeze her hard. Sat there dumbfounded? Please! I would have rallied round - just to avoid paying the bill.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

When I am asked, "What do you think of our audience?" I answer, "I know two kinds of audiences only--one coughing, and one not coughing."

My dear doctor, I am surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, as I have been practising all night.

was coughing and wheezing and sneezing.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.