Quotes About Body

She was a big blonde woman with more curves than the highway out front and just the right number of hills and valleys.

What it comes down to, you see, is that a naked body is just a naked body. But the possibility of a naked body is something special.

This which you see before you is merely the Khat, 'that which decays', the physical body that contained the Khaibit or shadow body which has now dissolved, and the Ka, or 'double'.

special statue of the deceased. This statue will house the Ka, but my job, and that of those under me, is to prepare the physical body to house the Ba, the soul of PenMa'at.

Who is this person that you call "All"?—It is "society"!—But is it corporeal, then?—We are its body!—You? Why, you are not a body yourselves;—you, sir, are corporeal to be sure, you too, and you, but you all together are only bodies, not a body. Accordingly the united society may indeed have bodies at its service, but no one body of its own. Like the "nation" of the politicians, it will turn out to be nothing but a "spirit," its body only semblance.

The length of a man's outspread arms is equal to his height … from the bottom of [a man's] chin to the top of his head is one eighth of his height.

Upon Good Earth, lay the body down, open the mouth wide, let song rush through.

Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen

A great business of body and heart seemed to join these women, and only a few questions separated them: Did each understand the rules of womanhood? Did she try to follow them? How hard did she try, and what did it cost her?

The early Christians' name for the Church was, "The Gathering.

The boy squirmed, long skinny legs wrapped round each other, rib-cage twisted ninety degrees from his hips in what appeared to be an impossible configuration of limbs. His elbows jutted out abruptly from his sides like some sort of drafting error and (independently aware of their awkwardness) his arms wound themselves round his torso like vines.

All people, male or female, were helpless in the specifics of their own bodies.

The idea that something had been done to you seemed to implicate you, even though no one said it did, making your body—which usually lived in darkness beneath your clothing—suddenly live in light. Forever, if someone found out, you would be a person with a body that had been violated, breached. Also, forever you would be a person with a body that was visible and imaginable.

He loved the way women, clothed, had a bosom, a single entity, but when unclothed, it cleaved into two discrete parts, two breasts, like the way you could separate an orange into halves by hooking thumbs into it.

What if talent wasn't simply meaningless, but was actually a liability? Did he like her more because she was a bad writer? Did it make him feel safe sliding along the body of a woman who would never be a great challenge to him? Yes, it did.

all the girls had secretly sprung up in height, even as the teachers and mothers had gotten squashed and lost height and calcium, their bones ground down with an invisible pestle.

To be capable of shutting the world out, even death itself, and surrendering to the body, trusting in its powers, its secrets. No feeling but this. No feeling

Don't take this personally, Kit, but your hands are really big. Did you hassle steer?" "No steer," I say. "Only small-handed men.

Reproductive hormones and serotonin, stress hormones and neurotransmitters. The whole rickety biological pathophysiology of our women. The PMDD women, maybe all women. She sees the dangerous relays in the suffering body. She understands the mad pulses of the blood.

Mine means 'body,'" Tanu interjected. 'Wow, that's so eerie,' ALF said. 'Because . . . you have a body.

It is unbelievable the amount of hate the human body can sustain before it begins to break.

People like myself, are self-conscious about their appearance.

As a woman who chooses to be childless, I generally have just one problem: other adults. Living in a culture where women are assumed to prioritize motherhood above all else and where a woman's personal choices are often considered matters of public discussion means everyone thinks they have the right to discuss my body and my choices, so anyone who is curious about my lack of spawn feels the right to march right on over and ask me about it.

the body is a site of social encounter, not a vessel for American hyperindividualism.