Quotes About Physicality

It's the most violent sport there is.

This is a virile sport in which physical contact is allowed.

The physicality of a real relationship - one that encompasses mind, body and soul - ultimately makes it more fulfilling and powerful than any virtual relationship ever could be.

My genetic make-up is one of physicality. I'm a visceral guy.

What if our bodies were transparent, like a washing machine window? How wondrous to watch ourselves. Joggers would job even harder, blood pumping away. Lovers would love more. God damn! Look at that old semen go! Diets would improve-- kiwi fruit and strawberries, borscht with sour cream.

Y si nuestro cuerpo fuera transparente, como la puerta de una lavadora? Qué prodigio observarnos por dentro. Los deportistas correrían con más ahínco, bombeando sangre a toda máquina. Los amantes harían más el amor. ¡Hostia! ¡Mira esa descarga de semen! Las dietas mejorarían: kiwi y fresas, remolacha cocida con crema agria. (Del cuento Temps perdu)

My body is so important to me... my face, my arms, my legs, my hands, my eyes, everything. I use everything I have.

When I make a live-action movie, it's a very physical process. It's like running a marathon.

I was not a happy runner. I did it to stay interested in my body, to stay informed, and to set up clear lines of endeavor, a standard to meet, a limit to stay within. I was just enough of a puritan to think there must be some virtue in rigorous things, although I was careful not to overdo it. I never wore the clothes. the shorts, tank top, high socks. Just running shoes and a lightweight shirt and jeans. I ran disguised as an ordinary person.

when God says to do or not do some physical thing with our bodies, it is important that we pay heed because this is one of His ways of dealing with us in a total fashion. It shows a very superficial understanding of human existence to say, "Well, what matters is my heart attitude, not the posture of my body.

There was no confusion of our bodies. I knew which arm was his and which mine, and which leg, and which shoulder. I did not lose track and kiss my own arm, or whatever came near my mouth. THe smallest motion did not immediately lead to another motion. It was not endless, I did not go more and more deeply into my body and his body as though to go as far as possible from my mind, and his mind, so conscious, so unrelenting. It did not end while it was still in the middle.

People aren't made to float through the air. Unless we know the weight of our bodies, unless we feel the force of gravity, we'll forget what we are, we'll lose ourselves without even noticing.

There is at least one terrible thing about lovers – real lovers, I mean: people who are in love with each other, even then they will relish their every physical contact in a sexual way; even when they're supposed to be in a kind of mourning, they can get aroused. Franny and I simply couldn't have gone on holding each other on the stairs: it was impossible to touch each other, at all, and not want to touch everything.

He had a body like coat hangers - the perfect body to hang clothes on. Stripped, he had barely a body at all.

People are always going to need physicality; they're going to want to meet other people even more. I've got faith in the physical angle. People have their needs. They won't forget about them.

Sex is an emotion in motion.

Now, in one of those utterly physical moments, when the soul takes a backseat to the digesting stomach, the skin enjoying a recent ablution and some fine linen, the mouth smoking, the eyes reveling in bare shoulders and bright lights, he repeated his prayer more indolently, doubting a miracle that would upset the psychological law of his fickleness, which was as impossible to flout as the physical laws of weight or death.

The first man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony nose. Behind him walked his opposite, a huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, and wide, sloping shoulders; and he walked heavily, dragging his feet a little, the way a bear drags his paws. His arms did not swing at his sides, but hung loosely.

The slither of sheers as she rotates her body is a silver music, sheets of pale noise extending outward unresisted by space. There was a grip he used to have on her, his right hand cupping her skull through her hair and his left hand on her breasts gathering them together, so the nipples were an inch apart. The grip is still there.

I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level.

I was six foot one inch when I started fighting, but with all the uppercuts I'm up to six foot five inches.

I look at the NBA as a football game without the helmet.

After jiu-jitsu, you will appreciate how well the body works without our even realizing or recognizing it. You will, however, have some insight into its extraordinariness when you have trouble wiping your bum because it hurts to straighten your arm. I guarantee at that point and time you will really appreciate what your body can do.

Ron Guidry is not very big, maybe 140 pounds, but he has an arm like a lion.