Quotes About Weight

Laughing at the universe liberated my life. I escape its weight by laughing. I refuse any intellectual translations of this laughter, since my slavery would commrnce from that point on.

Try fasting. "Intermittent fasting" is defined in medicine as taking only water for 16 hours, coupled with eating normally for 8 hours (or other schedules such as 18 and 6, 20 and 4, 22 and 2, etc.). For example, you could simply not eat after eight p.m., then skip breakfast the next day, followed by eating a normal lunch and dinner.

When she told her doctor that she always wanted to keep her weight exactly the same as her IQ, he gave her a lecture on anorexia.

I've put on a lot of weight... I only weighed six and a half pounds when I was born.

The pressure of public opinion is like the pressure of the atmosphere; you can't see it - but all the same, it is sixteen pounds to the square inch.

Every horse thinks his own pack heaviest.

Nothing is so burdensome as a secret.

Freedom means choosing your burden.

It is when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear.

Some words are like the old Roman galleys; large-scaled and ponderous. They sit low in the water even when their cargo is light.

But if the Length of the Journey was all, it would be no burden. But the Consideration of What is to be done, is of great Weight. Great Things are wanted to be done, and little Things only I fear can be done.

Shame is heavier than a bag of salt.

Hamej, merrini këto valixhe. Të rënda? Janë mbushur me pritje...

a hundred-eighty pounds of dead weight—all muscle—to

You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.

Women are sensitive to it, to the weight of the desiring gaze.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.

She glanced over at the heavy

Snowflakes, which had started out at lunchtime dancing in the winter air, had soon put on so much weight that they could no longer perform arabesques on the wind currents. They were also in a hurry now, wasting their freedom in a rush to get to the ground, not realizing that the fall was the very best part of their lives, and that once that descent was over, they were going to be trod upon, sped over, plowed into dirty piles like they were degenerates as opposed to floating miracles.

Going around behind the Dumpster he looked at his dead civilian and found it hard to breathe. The king knelt down and carefully brushed the hair back from the male's beaten-to-shit face. Clearly, the guy had fought back, taking a number of hits before getting stabbed through the heart. Brave kid. Wrath cupped the nape of the male's neck, slid his other arm under the knees, and slowly rose. The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Far better to be uninterested than unfulfilled. One is a relief. The other an emptiness with heavy weight.

The idea of putting on twenty pounds in one night was damned appealing; it really was. She couldn't help the way her face looked, but she was willing to bet that Neanderthal misogynist attacker of hers preferred his victims with a tight ass.

The past was permanent in the same way the future was always just a hypothetical, two ends of a spectrum where one was concrete and the other air, and the instantaneous now, the single real moment, was the fixed point from which the weight of life hung and swung.