Quotes About Flesh

The woman smelled of heavy Oriental scent, which, to him, failed to conceal the clinging aroma of flesh past its prime.

Outside, she stood in the street, tears running uncontrollably down her face. Devil, demon. What had seduced her? Possibly not even flesh and blood. She must find him now and finish her task. It was her destiny. It was war.

What are we but despairing souls trapped in lumps of flesh?

He felt ashamed of what he had imagined: the plundering of Finnigin's body, the transformation of Finnigin's flesh. He was unsure what had prompted him to do it.

The crowning with thorn and roses, the piercing of the flesh by thorns, was a traditional message that Izabella did not expect to have these morsels returned to her. They were sacrifices. Because of this, the supping, the draining of their flesh, would be of holy intention.

The demon laughed, its grotesque face hanging inches above Daniel's own. Its tongue lashed out like a thick, wet worm and licked Daniel's face; its saliva stank of rotting flesh.

I was not sad to leave the banquet, for my evening had been poisoned at the thought of this thorn that had come to embed itself in Alofel's flesh.

Little Moor is enchanted by heat, a heat that pervades everything, even flesh!

The thought of sex conjured murky, flickering memories of dark rituals he had performed, debasement, torture, unspeakable defilement of spirit and flesh. Despite his claims of indifference, he could not disassociate himself from those events.

The beast sits on our doorstep, lies next to us in bed, hides inside our flesh. We are the Nazis. There is no escaping it.

Though a prose writer (of over fifty novels and a journalist and memoirist of forty books of nonfiction), Colette (1873–1954) lives on in literary history as the poet of the flesh—male, female, androgynous, young, aging, old, animal, vegetable. Proust, who praised her "voluptuous and bitter" soul, wept over some of her pages, André Gide "devoured [her] at a gulp.

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

As we shall see later, according to certain traditions, metals are also supposed to have issued from the flesh or blood of some immolated primordial, semi-divine being.

Philosophy is a hallow bone with no flesh on it

This phenomenon, which biology shows us is common to any social group, soon transforms the doctrine into a means of achieving control and political power. Divisions, wars and break-ups become inevitable. Sooner or later, the word becomes flesh and the flesh bleeds.

The only revenge left for you then will be to steal from life the pleasure of firm and passionate flesh--a pleasure that evaporates faster than good intentions and is the nearest thing to heaven you will find in this stinking world where everything decays, beginning with beauty and ending with memory.

I lie on my belly and embrace the fleshy ground, to get closer to my love. My cheeks become wet with tears, or maybe it's just sweat rising out of the skin below me. I drift into sleep, absorbing the sound of Stacy's heartbeat vibrating through my entire body.

There's not a night time or day time in this world. It's always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in the sky. I sit down. The ground is wet and fleshy. I rub my hand on it. It is warm. It's Stacy's flesh. I must be at the bottom of their world, where the earth meets her body.

Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, In need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, Keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces. [...] So primp, preen, prink, pluck, and prize your flesh, All posturings! All ravishment! All sensibility! Meanwhile, have you used your mind today?

After such mornings he returned to the show with relief. It eased him to push through the crowds of people. The noise, the rank stinks, the shouldering contact of human flesh soothed his jangled nerves.

I abjure you," Alcide said. Colonel Flood winced, and young Sid, Amanda, and Culpepper looked both astonished and impressed, as if this were a ceremony they'd never thought to witness. "I see you no longer. I hunt with you no longer. I share flesh with you no longer.

Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.

The brim-fulness of her nature breathed from her It was a moment when a woman's soul is more incarnate than at any other time; when the most spiritual beauty bespeaks itself flesh; and sex takes the outside place in the presentation.

Jude) had, he verily believed, overcome all tendency to fly to liquor—which, indeed, he had never done from taste, but merely as an escape from intolerable misery of mind. Yet he perceived with despondency that, taken all round, he was a man of too many passions to make a good clergyman; the utmost he could hope for was that in a life of constant internal warfare between flesh and spirit the former might not always be victorious.