Quotes About Body

Yes. Yes, you are right. In the death of the body the nerve endings soon stop feeling. In the death of the will the heart doesn't stop its bleeding so quickly.

Your problem is that you worship the death of the body. You think it's the final watershed that determines everything. It's not. It's no more than the shedding of a costume.

The light you've always been. Better to lose your whole life in body than to remain lost to the light that you are. But you cling to your experience of this life and fear loss. See? You've made an agreement with fear to keep you safe. It's your master.

The body and the brain aren't two different things, controlled by two completely different sets of genes. Many of the same chemicals that work in your heart and organs also work in your brain, and many genes do one thing

The body and the brain aren't two different things, controlled by two completely different sets of genes. Many of the same chemicals that work in your heart and organs also work in your brain, and many genes do one thing in your body and another thing in your brain.

It's the quiet ones like you who are the most dangerous and cunning." "Me?" Elizabeth asked in disbelief. "I'm not the least bit quiet." "Perhaps not, but you do choose your words carefully." "Well, yes," she said with an unconscious tilt of her head. "I'm clumsy enough in body without tossing my mouth into the mixture.

In Paradise Now we looked for illogical catalysts with which to precipitate the age of freedom. We consulted the oracles, we used the arcs of our bodies, our lurching minds, incantation, raising and lowering body heat, breath, wind, human contact, patterns of light, spells, rituals, visions, dreams.

There is a misery of the body and a misery of the mind, and if the stars, whenever we looked at them, poured nectar into our mouths, and the grass became bread, we would still be sad. We live in a system that manufactures sorrow, spilling it out of its mill, the waters of sorrow.

For as the body is clad in the cloth, and the flesh in the skin, and the bones in the flesh, and the heart in the whole, [34] so are we, soul and body, clad in the Goodness of God, and enclosed.

For as the body is clad in the cloth, and the flesh in the skin, and the bones in the flesh, and the heart in the whole,[64] so are we, soul and body, clad in the Goodness of God, and enclosed

For as the body is clad in the cloth, and the flesh in the skin, and the bones in the flesh, and the heart in the whole, so are we, soul and body, clad in the Goodness of God, and enclosed.

Scars are good. Right, Helmud? It's the body's way of making armour.

The voice boomed. "In case you hadn't noticed, your daughter is . . . overweight.

The Feminist Me says that a woman's right to her own body should be inviolate at all times, free from fear of peeping paps.

Identifications with dogs, or possession by dogs who themselves are good imitators, have featured in descriptions of hysteria since the ancient Greeks. The ancient Greek hysteric experienced her body as being filled with an uncontrollable rampaging, like an animal gnawing her from within (which is quite a good description of uncontrollable desire). Her body was experienced or described as occupiedby a wild dog.

quiero decir otra cosa, casi inasible: que el "alma" (mi yo-no-uñas) es el alma de un cuerpo que no existe. El alma empujó quizá al hombre en su evolución corporal, pero está cansada de tironear y sigue sola adelante. Apenas da dos pasos se rompe el alma ay porque su verdadero cuerpo no existe y la deja caer plaf. La pobre se vuelve a casa, etc., pero esto no es lo que yo. En fin.

La pintura es otra cosa que un producto visual —dijo Etienne—. Yo pinto con todo el cuerpo, en ese sentido no soy tan diferente de tu Cervantes o tu Tirso de no sé cuánto. Lo que me revienta es la manía de las explicaciones, el Logos entendido exclusivamente como verbo.

con en la pelvis el signo de Antonin Artaud

THIS BODY Happy, I listen to the tinny sounds of the great music I still hear. Dazzling clear pure upper tones have disappeared but I am alive, silvery and achy—like Beethoven I listen with my imagination not my senses to the cascading notes that play on the cosmos, I listen with my heart and dance to the bliss I would never have known without this human body. JANINE CANAN

YOU, YUNIOR, HAVE A GIRLFRIEND named Alma, who has a long tender horse neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you.

You, Yunior, have a girlfriend named Alma, who has a long tender neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you.

the squares on your abdomen have been reabsorbed, like tiny islands in a rising sea of lard.

When you're sixteen a body like this is free; when you're forty it's a full-time occupation.

It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw. Holding