Quotes About Body

This disease comes with a package: shame. When any other part of your body gets sick, you get sympathy.

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The body is not merely the vesture, it is the instrument of the Spirit.

Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul.

A tattoo does that, it makes you think about your body like it's this special suit that you can put on or take off whenever you want and a new name if it's cool enough does the same thing. To have both at once is power. It's the kind of power as all those superheroes who have secret identities get from being able to change back and forth from one person into another. No matter who you think he is, man, the dude is always somebody else.

He tried the diversion of reciting all the bones in the body, working down the left side, down to the toes and then back up. Each toe and finger separately, just to waste time. He lost his place somewhere on the right hand.

How does one comfort a young woman whose body must hunger for her husband? How does one help her mourn? How does one comfort the wives and mothers and children of dead soldiers?

Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's body. Only he wasn't a baby anymore, and how often did I have to learn that? The lessons were painful.

Was it possible people were heavier dead than alive?

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Justo antes de desaparecer, las palabras adquieren un olor nauseabundo y pulposo, como manojos de hierba muerta que el viento arremolina, formando pequeñas esferas secas, y se derraman del cerebro y de las cuerdas vocales, bajando por las células sanguíneas y los nervios hasta los rincones más remotos del cuerpo.

O God, You know me to be set in the midst of great peril. Grant me such strength of mind and body, that those evils which I suffer for my sins I may overcome through Thy assistance. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Come to me, Lord and Lady Heal this spirit, heal this soul Come to me, Lord and Lady Mind and body shall be whole! Beast of the burning sunlight Sear this wound that pain may cease Mistress of the silver moonlight Hold us fast and bring us peace— Come to me, Lord and Lady Mind and body shall be whole!

I love you, Minerva. I love that you believe in me no matter what. I love how you take whatever you see and distill it into your books. I love your clever mind and your generous heart and every inch of your beautiful body. I love you even when you give me heart failure, by risking your life before my very eyes. He smiled tenderly. I only hope in time I can prove worthy of your love.

The prose poem for me becomes a kind of chamber with no way out… a kind of hunt, because what is hunt but a breathing thing caught inside the house or the body or the box without the possibility of an exit?

Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed in this hidden truth the way other men believed in God or love, believed that truth was in fact always hidden, that the apparent, the overt, was invariably a kind of lie.

As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper.

She let herself go physically: That has to be said. She became--there is not a polite way of putting this--blowsy. She sagged; for all her good works, her body became the emblem and manifestation of her grief.

Forget the soul. No such ghost in the machine. What happens to our mind befalls our body also. The condition of the body is also the state of the mind.

I thought, let the best minds of my generation soliloquize about power over some other poor woman's body, I'm off.

Bread and books: food for the body and food for the soul - what could be more worthy of our respect, and even love?

Happiness and suffering, however extreme, are mental events. The mind depends upon the body, and the body upon the world, but everything good or bad that happens in your life must appear in consciousness to matter.

Old age is when you resent the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated because there are fewer articles to read.