Quotes About Shedding

For men, as they get bogged down with responsibilities, commitments, bureaucracy, it is a fantasy just to think of shedding everything literally, walking away with nothing at all, and just hitting the road.

Illness is the means by which an organism sheds what is foreign to it; all that needs to be done is to assist it in being sick, to have the complete illness, and then to escape from it, for that constitutes its progress.

It simply fell from him, like a heavy overcoat he'd shrugged off, no longer needing its warmth or bulk to protect him.

Such a collie was Lad. At a time when Bruce and Wolf and Bobby and Lady and young Gray Dawn were half naked, Lad was still carrying the enormous outer and under coat which by rights should have been his in January. Not for another month or more would he begin to shed in real earnest—and to strew the floors and rugs and furniture, and the trousers legs and skirts of the household, with tufts and strands of dead hair.

It really is systematic oppression that is so deeply ingrained into the very fabric of American society... Shedding a light on it, in whatever way possible, is the only way to create change.

The process of meditation involves gradually shedding our multitude of opinions-built-upon-opinions of how things are, and becoming more and more aware of the literal, non-conceptual substratum of all our thinking—the substratum which is reality itself.

Pretty much every weekend, my wife and I have the shall-we-live-in-the-country conversation. I suppose it's something to do with getting older and feeling I want to shed some of the things I've been doing for the last 20 years and go back to my roots.

Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves!

Ultrasound is instrumental in the fight against abortion precisely because it allows women to make an informed choice by shedding light in a place which, for most of its history, has been shrouded in secrecy.

Modelling, initially, is interesting. I think acting is a long process and it is far more interesting a job. In acting you play a particular character for a particularly long time, shedding your inhibitions, being out there and doing what you want.

It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

I purge compulsively. I'm constantly shedding things.

Part of the process of getting out, of uprooting, is to shed origins. In Rome, as elsewhere in my family, the past was less a source of fascination than a thing to be overcome.

What is life? Life - that is: continually shedding something that wants to die. Life - that is: being cruel and inexorable against everything about us that is growing old and weak -and not only about us. Life - that is, then: being without reverence for those who are dying, who are wretched, who are ancient? Constantly being a murderer? -And yet old Moses said: Thou shalt not kill.

And there was a real shedding of the old dogma, like boundaries of morality were being broken down and everybody was into the new party mode of just loving on each other. Which destroyed thousands of us. I lost 16 of my personal friends through that lifestyle.

You've got to make a conscious choice every day to shed the old - whatever 'the old' means for you.

I'm reading Hints from Heloise, and she says that if you put an angora sweater in the freezer for an hour, it won't shed for the rest of the day. And I'm thinking, "My cat sheds an awful lot."

An indication you have shed restraint too soon is when you lose all discipline. Or if you feel compelled to force everyone to shed their swaddles as you have done. These are forms of squirming and squawking, and they are indications that you are rebelling rather than growing.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves!

We must wake up, journey, name, challenge, shed, reclaim, ground, and heal.

don't know that word you use. Your body is shedding the dirtiest blood and dead eggs. This attracts Ahriman.

Where body meets air, we are all cadavers. These outer skin cells are replaced every month. We shed skin copiously, almost carelessly: some twenty-five thousand flakes a minute, over a million pieces every hour. Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self. Silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.

Your problem is that you worship the death of the body. You think it's the final watershed that determines everything. It's not. It's no more than the shedding of a costume.