Quotes About Weight

Going to the doctor when you're fat is a string of humiliations. The second you walk in, you only have one problem. You could have a spear through your heart, and the doctor would say, Eighteen hundred calories a day, lots of green leafy vegetables, and forty-five minutes of cardio every day, and that spear will be no problem!

Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.

Technically, the weight of pain is the weight of shadow.

You do not carry the cross. Instead you are all crucified on the timber of your sufficiency, which is given to you, the more you insist, the more you bleed: it suits you to say you carry the cross like a sacred duty, whereas you are heavy with the weight of your necessities. Have the courage not to admit those necessities and lift yourselves up for your own sakes.

Stars burn as long as they have available hydrogen—their fuel—then die out. The remaining material is no longer supported by the pressure of the heat and collapses under its own weight. When this happens to a large enough star, the weight is so strong that matter is squashed down to an enormous degree, and space curves so intensely as to plunge down into an actual hole. A black hole.

Cuántos días sin importancia! Los días sin importancia [ … ] me pesaban como una cuadrada piedra gris en el cerebro.

My bottom is so big it's got its own gravitational field.

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Suspicion is a heavy armor—'" "'And with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

a nightmarish thing that frightens Love, haunting her, weighing her down, the thing that she's supposed to love, the way the world initially instructs children to love clowns even though we all know deep down that they're creepy, old, puffy men in masks leering at children.

a woman's individual preoccupation with weight often serves as a mask for other, more intricate sources of discomfort, the state of one's waistline being easier to contemplate than the state of one's soul.

I lied on my Weight Watchers list. I put down that I had 3 eggs... but they were Cadbury chocolate eggs.

I am not naturally that thin, so I had to go through everything from using drugs to diet pills to laxatives to fasting. Those were my main ways of controlling my weight.

And my weight, as everyone at Lucasland can recall, was, and remains, of the "any kind" variety.

When we started filming, I tried to keep myself well under the radar so that the powers that be wouldn't notice that I hadn't lost the weight they'd asked me to. I only weighed 110 pounds to begin with, but I carried about half of them in my face. I think they may have put those buns on me so they might function as bookends, keeping my face right where it was, between my ears and no bigger.

My excess fat scares me — it's a ticking time bomb to my body.

Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down.

Though the pictured face was floridly coloured, you suspected pallor; a mind lightly balanced, and liable to snap from sheer weight of dreams.

Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.

You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

A fat man always sits comfortably, I am thinking, for he takes his pillow with him wherever he goes.

Steel weighs more than wind.

Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this?