Quotes About Body

Bodies always tell the truth. They give us hints of how to listen for it, and to recognize it when we hear or see it.

Native scholar Greg Cajete has written that in indigenous ways of knowing, we understand a thing only when we understand it with all four aspects of our being: mind, body, emotion, and spirit.

That's grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It's embedded.

The human body was a thing of beauty because so many structures protected the heart, but she realized that the human heart simply could not be protected, not by muscle, not by bone, not by anything.

If women had power, we wouldn't need Spanx.

breasts had grown to gargantuan proportions

the human body is a miniature version of the universe - the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.

What the body knows and what the mind chooses to believe are two different things, after all.

Peony, think of your own feet when you do this. You know how the toes are tucked under and how your mid-foot is folded in on itself? We accomplish this by rolling the bones under the foot as if you were rolling a sock. Can you do that?

My bound feet were extremely beautiful—my best feature—and I took great pride in them. Ordinarily I paid strict attention to Willow's ministrations, making sure that my deep crease was fully cleaned, calluses cut away, any fragments of broken bone that poked through my skin sanded down, and my nails kept as short as possible.

I always think about the tie between emotions and the body. Fierce joy attacks yang; fierce anger damages yin. If I were to write a book, I'd want to include Liver-related conditions that are affected by the different types of anger we women must hide from our husbands, mothers-in-law, and concubines. And then there are the ailments connected to Lung emotions—sadness and worry.

Dad was the biological vessel who helped put my soul into this body

When there is pain, the body has no freedom of movement. Without pain, the body is free.

Everyone knows that the human body is a miniature version of the universe—the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.

Her tiny butt

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.

He thrust his tongue into his cheek, wrinkled his nose and creased his forehead. He made a chortling sound.

What's in the box? Not a severed head—again—I trust?" It seemed too small for that, fortunately. Cordelia's gray eyes glinted. "Now, now, Oliver. Bring home one dismembered body part, once, mind you, once, and people get twitchy about checking your luggage ever after.

Are you saying a sorcerer could burst into flames?" "Mm, no, the body is too wet for that. He would more just . . . burst. Like a grilled sausage splitting its casing.

Miles repented his younger sexual reticence altogether, now. Profoundly. We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it. And Bel had been beautiful, in its own ironic way, living and moving at ease in a body athletic, healthy, and trim.

Realize this, though. Half my genes run through your body, and my selfish genome is heavily evolutionarily preprogrammed to look out for its copies. The other half is copied from the man I admire most in all the worlds and time, so my interest is doubly riveted.

she speeds up, swinging her arms and huffing, her scarf flying in the wind behind her. "Al!" she screeches. Al sinks to the floor of the car, the upper half of his body folded over the seat. "Shit! My wife!" "Your wife? Your dead wife?" "She's not exactly dead

I don't need you to make allowances for anything. Damn her pride. If you can stand to pay for it, then I can wear it. His brow arched. Don't let your mouth write checks your body can't cash, sweetheart. Because trust me, I know exactly how to dress a woman for prime impact.

Must be something in the water, he drawled, directing a subtle wink to her as Crowe's glare deepened. There is. Usually the body of the last moron that pissed me off.