Quotes About Body

I see wrinkles and lines, and wear glasses to read, which I hate. But I am in a better place in my body than I used to be.

My skin may have wrinkles but it's because I'm smiling so much. That might sound like some terrible American greetings card, but I feel it's immoral for me to castigate my body for getting older, when it does everything I ask of it.

We all get given these bodies, and they're all fascinating and different... I wouldn't want to be without the wrinkles.

Fluted sleeves or any sleeve that flares out before coming in again at the wrist are very feminine and a great way to distract from the dreaded 'bingo wings.'

I have some issues that I don't know if they will become issues. I have some things in my head, I forget things. I can't turn my head a lot or my brain crashes. I have back and wrist pain.

I don't like any tape on my body, so I'm just trying to figure out what works best for me mentally, and for my wrist as well. We have to try and tape my wrist a different way every single practice to find a way.

I'm as strong and supple as a pane of thin glass. I've got too many ailments - left shoulder, left elbow and left wrist - in fact, the whole of the left arm.

I can bend my wrist down to my forearm. I can wrench my fingers backward until they rest on my hand. A hitchhiker's thumb might arc into a 90-degree angle; mine will go to 135.

I can tell you that the book 'The Ugly Truth' is about puberty and all the awfulness that comes with that time in a person's life. It was definitely some different subject matter to be writing about, especially knowing some of my audience are second and third graders.

El cuerpo pide disculpas al alma por sus errores, y el alma pide perdón al cuerpo por ocuparlo sin haber sido invitada.

Memory is part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our heart pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work, too: it keeps us who we are. It is the influence that keeps us from flying off into separate pieces like"—she looked around—"like this peel of orange, and that clutch of pips.

Books with their power to anchor, to connect, to amuse...and to distract; to terrify...to unite adversaries in detente...A book is to look at and to offer a little rest for the mind and the body.

note: people weigh their highest on Sunday;14 their lowest, on Friday morning.)

There are many compelling reasons to exercise, but study after study shows that weight loss isn't one of them. The way to lose weight is to change eating habits.

Il faut mettre son cÅ"ur dans l'art, son esprit dans le commun du monde, son corps où il se trouve bien, sa bourse dans sa poche, son espoir nulle part.

Estomac. Toutes les maladies viennent de l'estomac6

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Su locura, su idea, estaba allí, en aquella cabeza obstinada, torturante, devoradora. Se comía el cuerpo poco a poco. Ella la invisible, la impalpable, la inalcanzable, la inmaterial idea minaba la carne, bebía la sangre, apagaba la vida

Amilyen mértékben dagadt a teste, lelke egyre költÅ'ibben szárnyalt; s amíg az elhájasodott test a karosszék foglya lett, gondolatai érzelmes kalandokat szövögettek, melyeknek hÅ'snÅ'jévé saját magát tette meg. Voltak kedvenc történetei, amiket álomképeiben mindig felidézett, ahogyan a zenélÅ'doboz is végeszakadatlanul ugyanazt a dalt ismétli, ha felhúzzák.

By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display - the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write your self. Your body must be heard. Only then will the immense resources of the unconscious spring forth.

I, too, overflow; ... my body knows unheard-of songs.

Could it be that the dream-soul inhabiting this inferior body was desperately struggling to speak things which the simple and halting tongue of dulness could not utter?

At the present time he was a man of perhaps forty-five years of age, short and heavy-set, with a bullet-shaped head that rested on broad, ape-like shoulders. His thick torso and bulging paunch were supported by a pair of spindly legs that contrasted oddly with the upper portions of his beefy body.

My father] murmured only, 'you can always tell when a woman is ready for sex. Oh yes. Her ears get hot.' I looked keenly at Helen's ears. I even reached out and pinched one of them lightly, for scientific confirmation. Warmish!