Quotes About Body

That which is by nature private or a man's own is the body and only the body.[37] The needs or desires of the body induce men to extend the sphere of the private, of what is each man's own, as far as they can. This most powerful striving is countered by music education which brings about moderation, i.e., a most severe training of the soul of which, it seems, only a minority of men is capable. [37] Republic , 464d; cf. Laws 739c.

In quest'epoca in cui tutto è ritenuto lecito purché sia fatto in piena libertà, e in cui il corpo è considerato un semplice strumento della volontà razionale e autonoma, la repulsione potrebbe essere l'unica voce rimasta in difesa del nucleo centrale della nostra umanità. Le anime che hanno dimenticato come si fa a rabbrividire sono superficiali.

Your amicable words mean nothing if your body seems to be saying something different.    ââ'¬â€JAMES BORG I

Your amicable words mean nothing if your body seems to be saying something different.    ââ'¬â€JAMES BORG

The church needs to be so clear about its identity as the body of Christ that everything it does generates a gravitational pull toward the heart.

sooner will there exist a body without a shadow than virtue unaccompanied by envy.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on it's knees.

Books, I knew then and now, give body to our ideas and imaginations, make them flesh in the world; a bookstore is the city where our fleshed-out inner selves reside.

What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.

I'm a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I'm not a slut or a nympho or someone who's just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it's just that I'm trying to be heard.

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

Does my new feminism make me look fat?

There's an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.

When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.

Did she just say they'd drag the river for your body?" T. S. Woodhouse asked, his pencil poised above his open notebook. Sam sighed like a man deeply in love. "She did, the little bearcat. It's the only defense that poor, helpless girl's got against the animal pull of our love. Uh, you can quote me on that.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body.

she was sure that all those things she'd been taught abut feeling shame were wrong. It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body. You were only as cursed as you allowed yourself to be.

Huh, she thought, smiling to herself. This is what love feels like. But Ling was worried, too. Someone as alive and fizzy as Alma had needs. Physical needs. Needs Ling wasn't certain she could meet. For Ling, love—deep, passionate, intense—was real. But sex? So far, sex was a hypothesis her body didn't seem interested in proving.

There was rarely a moment when she wasn't having to work around the limitations of her body. Discomfort was a daily fact of life. Sometimes the ache was a nuisance. Other times, it was a storm that clawed and pulled and made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Mostly, Ling resented pain because it kept her from thinking, and thinking was what Ling did best.

Worry and anxiety give a small thing a big shadow, and this shadow creates problems, not just in the soul and spirit, but in the body.

Not only are there before and after, but there are also beginnings and returns. Not only is there the creation of the humans, formed of corn or clay, with a breath of wind or a god, but there are mythic destinies. Sometimes myth is formed by the body and what happens to it, especially in the realm of pain, depth, and birth. Phantoms of generations past are in our bodies. These explain us to ourselves.

I longed to be a flowering branch, the sea in its rocking, an unguessed world. Even now it seems so much as if the body was only the desire of the planet, as if it could turn itself into the universe both together, the same