Quotes About Body

This is one of the glorious things about the mother-goddess religions, where the world is the body of the Goddess, divine in itself, and divinity isn't something ruling over and above a fallen nature.

Mythology is the song. It is the song of the imagination, inspired by the energies of the body.

What is a god? A god is a personification of a motivating power or a value system that functions in human life and in the universe—the powers of your own body and of nature.

In the West we know the military uniform, clerical collar, medical goatee, and judge's wig. But where people are naked, it is the body itself that must be changed.

The body is not the Bodhi tree. The mind, no mirror bright. Since nothing is there, on what should dust alight?

But the mistery of the woman is no less a mystery than death. Childbirth is no less a mystery; nor the flow of the mother's milk; nor the menstrual cycle -in its acoord with the moon. The creative magic of the female body is a thing of wonder in itself.

Mythology is the song. Its the flight of the imagination inspired by the energy of the body.

You have to trust your body to take care of you.

And Teddy worried lots about The fact that he was rather stout. He thought: "If only I were thin! But how does anyone begin?

Mais ce vertige dans le choeur du coeur de l'absence. Séduire et raconter toute la nuit comme si comme si. Détruire. Circuler dans le sang tumultueux, les orgies des appels dans l'histoire. Défoncer les images, je lèche ton corps, t'appelle, mouille les blessures, échancre l'armature, l'abandon illusoire à flots de salive.

Man's characteristic privilege is that the bond he accepts is not physical but moral; that is, social. He is governed not by a material environment brutally imposed on him, but by a conscience superior to his own, the superiority of which he feels. Because the greater, better part of his existence transcends the body, he escapes the body's yoke, but is subject to that of society.

then he collapsed backwards, head loose, body limp. The heavy, amber whiskey tumbler fell. Its bottom edge slammed into the thick, grass-mat flooring, bounced once, turned a

The ego is a palpable body part in an attorney, perhaps the most prominent body part.

j'ai rêvé , l'autre nuit, que mon corps était des mots.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

What is hell other than a realm in which unholiness works without restraint in body and soul?

I'm ashamed of our human capacity to hurt and maim one another, to desecrate the body. Yet it allows me to see the cabalistic harmony of heart peeking out behind lung, of liver and spleen consulting each other under the dome of the diaphragm -- these things leave me speechless.

The Madras evening breeze has a body to it, its atomic constituents knitted together to create a thing of substance that strokes and cools the skin in the manner of a long, icy drink or a plunge into a mountain spring.

His mother's soul has been dead for years and her body has now followed.

All well — from the neck down.

the thunder from Down Under that gives you the second-most-powerful surge that can flow through your body.

You see: light escapes from a body at night and in the morning, despite the oppressive vacancy of her leaving's shadow, light comes up over the mountains and it is and it is and it is.

I think a lot about the word tenacity. What it takes to survive in a world that is sometimes beautiful and sometimes hostile. I'm always amazed at the body's willingness to continue, to keep going. The heart that keeps pumping, the lungs that keep breathing, the way the will to live can outsmart those other dark voices inside.

Desire is a tricky thing, the boiling of the body's wants,