Quotes About Flesh

As I descend the stairs, I can't help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even in the Capitol, there's nothing to match the magnificence of this old building. But there is no give to the surface - only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

you did, I think. With a few inches of my flesh. While we wait for the elevators, Johanna unzips the

As I descend the stairs, I can't help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful...But there's no give to the surface--only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.

Jesus became flesh to reveal God in His love and kindness

He remembered the gracefulness with which she moved in battle—like liquid flesh. There was no one quite like his wife, and he never felt more triumphant and free than when he was in her company.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Love is like a bullet in the flesh. It simply Burns.

He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.

Impressive, isn't it?" Divan says with pride. "I purchased it from a Brazilian artist, who has apparently made a career working in flesh. He claims his artwork is to protest unwinding, but I ask you, how much of a protest can it be if he uses the unwound for his art?

Makes sense, the earth is quick to consume the flesh of things that ain't natural.

Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one's own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.

No one says a word. It's like a moment of silence for the many kids lost to that great unwinding machine. The industry, as Sonia had called it. A mill of commerce trafficking in flesh, working outside the realm of ethics yet within the law and within the complete consent of society.

When God's in it ... it flows. When the flesh is in it ... it's forced.

Matthew says, "This is the Messiah, the King; worship Him." Mark says, "This is the Servant who served humanity; follow Him." Luke says, "This is the only Man among men without sin; emulate Him." John says, "This is God in human flesh; believe in Him.

Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this he will also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh shall from the flesh reap corruption. . . . Galatians 6:7–

had said at the reconciliation meeting, that anger against a kinsman was felt in the flesh, not in the marrow

O mortal and perishing love, born with this flesh and dying with this brain, your memory will haunt the earth forever.

Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable.

Upon patterned cushions that might have been honked, zig by zag, out of Ornette Coleman's horn, the odalisque exposed her flesh to a society that had grown frightened again of flesh.

Se você é um pastor e está sob a unção de Deus, prega melhor. Mas debaixo da glória de Deus, tropeça, gagueja, não consegue fazer nada. (...) Por quê? Porque Deus declarou que carne nenhuma vai se gloriar em Sua presença.

I started out believing that life was made just so the world would have some way to think about itself, but that it had gone awry with humans because flesh, pinioned by misery, hangs on to it with pleasure.

Grief for the earth, accepting the grief of the flesh and the grief of our grieving forever; grief for the flesh and the body and face, for the eyes that can see only into the world, and the mind that can only think and feel what the world gives it to think and to feel; grief for the mind gone, the flesh gone, the imperfect pain that must stay for its moment; and grief for the moment, its partial beauties, its imperfect affections, all severed, all torn.

Because of God's saving work, which culminates in the resurrection, sinners will inherit the very kingdom that flesh and blood cannot.