Quotes About Flesh

Men cling to and gratify the flesh as though it were going to last for ever, and though they try to forget the nearness and inevitability of its dissolution, the dread of death and of the loss of all that they cling to clouds their happiest hours, and the chilling shadow of their own selfishness follows them like a remorseless specter.

The journey to the grave is already begun, the journey to corruption is, always, already, half over. Yet, the key to my salvation, which cannot save my body, is hidden in my flesh.

I long to crack that mirror and be free. I look at my sex, my troubling sex, and wonder how it can be redeemed, how I can save it from the knife. The journey to the grave is already begun, the journey to corruption is, always, already, half over. Yet, the key to my salvation, which cannot save my body, is hidden in my flesh

In benighted, incompetent Africa, I had never encountered an orphan: the American streets resembled nothing so much as one vast, howling, unprecedented orphanage. It has been vivid to me for many years that what we call a race problem here is not a race problem at all: to keep calling it that is a way of avoiding the problem. The problem is rooted in the question of how one treats one's flesh and blood, especially one's children.

Well, it gives, certainly to my father, who is the one that suffered the most in our family, and understanding of how the ideals of a country are only as good as the people who give it flesh and blood.

What is my strength, that I should hope? Is my strength the strength of stone? Or is my flesh of brass? Is not my help in me.

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

Understanding is to knowledge what the flesh is to the body. Insight is to wisdom what life is to the soul.

The most holy cannibalism you can perform is to eat the flesh and blood of sagacity, and by sharing it with other wisdom thirsty cannibals.

The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone, the civilized man to idols of flesh and blood

I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.

The urge to kill, like the urge to beget, Is blind and sinister. Its craving is set Today on the flesh of a hare: tomorrow it can Howl the same way for the flesh of a man.

If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.

... Rebel against the flesh and bone, The word of the blood, the wily skin, And the maggot no man can slay.

What more pleasant sensation than sunshine on skin, Spirit and flesh drinking in the light Of God and energy itself.

Ink to paper is thoughtful Ink to flesh, hard-core. If Shakespeare were a tattooist We'd appreciate body art more.

I love the body. Flesh is so honest, and organs do not lie.

Wealth and want equally harden the human heart, like frost and fire both are alien to human flesh.

Direct me, gods, whose changes are all holy,To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly:Cool flesh of magic in each leaf and shoot,From milky flower to the black forked root.

It is the grace of Christ, and not the virtue of man, which can and does bring it about that through fervor of spirit frail flesh learns to love and to gain what it naturally hates and shuns.

Better is it now to purify the soul from sin, than to cling to sins from which we must be purged hereafter. Truly we deceive ourselves by the inordinate love which we bear towards the flesh.

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh, the mystery sing; Of the Blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our Immortal King, Destined, for the world's redemption, From a noble Womb to spring.

And as there is no damnation to them that are engrafted in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh but after the spirit; so is there no health nor salvation to them that live after the flesh, though they babble ever so much of Christ, of Christ's passion, blod, and death, of the remission of sins, of the mercy of God, of the gospel, of the sweet promises of God, and of everlasting life.

Identity is the history that has gone into bone and blood and reshaped the flesh. Identity is not what we were but what we have become what we are at this moment.