Quotes About Flesh

No flesh, not even that of the true believer, is so completely under the influence of the Spirit that it will not bite or devour, or at least neglect, the commandment of love.

Therefore the whole meaning is that he who by the grace of God believes suffers persecution either from the world or from the flesh.

Hence every teaching that flatters or indulges the flesh and teaches temporal things is not of God, because it is not a rod but a reed and softness of clothing (Matt. 11:7-8).

Of all domesticated mammals, pigs possess the greatest potential for swiftly and efficiently changing plants into flesh.

From antiquity to modern times, virtually every society that has been organized as a state has condemned the consumption of human flesh more forcefully than it has condemned the consumption of any other kind of animal food.

Jesus said, "Shame on the flesh that depends on the soul. 2) Shame on the soul that depends on the flesh.

By this these Angels from an evil sprite, Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. Licence

It has been argued that food and eating have replaced sex as our foremost cultural taboo.7 To some extent I agree with this but would point out that the taboo is not against food, or sex, or flesh, but against a loss of control.

The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions.

That was the next-to-last time I felt any desire. And he was pale and tall (how disgusting tall men are, such a waste of space and flesh, so uncompact). (I am hideous myself now. Discovered in new, M.C., mirror that skin is a jungle of pearly stretch marks all over. Face sags too. Always new awful discoveries. If could only vomit up age like the food I relentlessly wolf.)

Qué tienen los restos humanos que provocan un terror tan básico e irracional? Sólo eran huesos, los mismos huesos que llevamos dentro de nuestros cuerpos durante toda la vida formando nuestro esqueleto. ¿Por qué daban tanto miedo cuando no tenían carne encima? Quizá porque nos recordaban que no íbamos a vivir para siempre.

I am you and you are me. We are alone, but not alone. We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

So every human inhabitant on this freak wonder of a planet shares the same core. I am you and you are me. We are alone, but not alone. We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

We are trapped by time, but also infinite. Made of flesh, but also stars.

He was, like so many of the men made large by history, rather mediocre in the flesh, the fine tailoring highlighting rather than hiding his physical shortcomings. […] A man made more for grand dinners than seafaring.

and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to . . . —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet

Jesus Christ in his person is God manifest in the flesh, he is light of light, the true Shechinah.

Once I had flesh the city could pierce with a frown- I'd bleed into sewers like rain. Men without legs on subways moved me, women with swollen feet. Now I belong to them. When I ignore them it's with the confusion of the newly damned- as if I believe I've survived.

Where are we to put the limit between the body and the world, since the world is flesh?

The whole architecture of the notions of psychology... as differentiations of one sole and massive adhesion to being which is the flesh ...There is no hierarchy of orders of layers or planes, there is dimensionality of every fact & facticity of every dimension.

We might say that we perceive the things themselves, that we are the world that thinks itself--or that the world is at the heart of our flesh.

We are already in the being thus described, that we are of it, that between it and us there is Einfühlung. That means that my body is made of the same flesh as the world, and moreover that this flesh of my body is shared by the world, the world reflects it, encroaches upon it and it encroaches upon the world (the felt at the same time the culmination of subjectivity and the culmination of materiality), they are in a relation of mutual transgression or of overlapping.

The flesh...The wrapping of a body - object around itself...my body standing in front of the upright things, in a circuit with the world, an empathy with the world, with the things, with the animals, with other bodies...The flesh is the originary presentation of the unpresentable as such, the visibility of the invisible...In this arrangement of flesh, then, there appears or emerges a vision...by the arrangement of a hollow, by the irruption of a new field that comes from the interworld.

Our glances are not "acts of consciousness," each of which claims an invariable priority, but openings of our flesh which are immediately filled by the universal flesh of the world.