Quotes About Body

Vegas tends to affect me that way, some combination of tension and dread to which my body responds with all the symptoms of incipient flu.

She offered me a bra, which I declined. No point in putting apples in a sack meant for cantaloupes.

He was portly and his shoulders were hunched in a way that made me want to monitor my calcium intake.

Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling betrayals of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.

We women harbor our intimacies in locked places in our bodies.

That night in my bed, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.

We women harbor our intimacies in locked places in our bodies. They are ours to relinquish when we choose.

That night in my bed in the honey house, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

Our experience of our body has been immersed in shame. Waking to the sacredness of the female body will cause a woman to "enter into" her body in a new way, be at home in it, honor it, nurture it, listen to it, delight in its sensual music. She will experience her female flesh as beautiful and holy, as a vessel of the sacred. She will live from her gut and feet and hands and instincts and not entirely in her head.

contemplate the fertility I hope for in my fifties and beyond—the regeneration of my creativity, the refinement of my spirituality, a new relationship with my body, the rediscovery of my daughter, indeed an inner culmination I cannot fully articulate to myself—I realize it cannot be plotted, orchestrated, controlled, and forced to bloom.

I was crying for the vast imbalance, the heart that had been lost, the rejection of the earth and body, the oppression and diminishment of things considered feminine. It was a suffering with, a despair I felt on behalf of something much larger than myself.

don't know that word you use. Your body is shedding the dirtiest blood and dead eggs. This attracts Ahriman.

Repressed rage can be one of the major sources of stress to the body. In fact, it can actually begin to wear the body out. Rather than deal with their unacceptable rage at their partners, many women unconsciously redirect their anger inward, back onto themselves. The more a woman does this, the more internal damage she is likely to do to herself.

how much room it would take to build a giant vagina

The light around your body paled, there was a washed translucence in the air and then—the astonishment of your last breath brushed my face.

The longing to touch / be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection, etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.

La pobreza no es más surreal que la riqueza; un cuerpo vestido con harapos mugrosos no es más surreal que una princesa vestida para un baile o un desnudo prístino.

Para trascender el cuerpo, hay que pasar por un período de desenfreno físico y blasfemia verbal, sobre el principio de que sólo cuando la moral ha sido deliberadamente pisoteada, es capaz el individuo de una transformación radical: entrar en un estado de gracia que deja atrás todas las categorías morales.

I am thinking—talking—in images. I don't know how to write them down. Every feeling is physical.

If civilization may be defined as that stage of human life at which, objectively, the body becomes a problem, then our moment of civilization may be described as that stage at which we are subjectively aware of, and feel trapped by, this problem. Now we aspire to the life of the body and we reject the ascetic traditions of Judaism and Christianity, but we are still confined in the generalized sensibility which that religious tradition bequeathed us.

The jury, having swallowed at one nauseating gulp the business of viewing the body, had settled into their places with that air of conscious importance and simulated modesty which belongs to those initiated into a mystery.

All miracles tend to have the ability to occur if your heart is devoted to your body, mind, and soul. ~J.D

I'm a drag queen. I'm a celebrity trapped in a normal person's body.