Quotes About Weight

Recaem sobre ela todas as nuvens pesadas, passa sobre ela o oceano todo.

The inordinate weight of this man was disturbing the balance of human destiny. This individual alone counted for more than the rest of the world put together. These excessive quantities of human vitality concentrated in a single person – the world going to one man's head – would be fatal to civilization if it were to continue.

Thoughts—even fears—were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice, and once given that weight, they could crush you.

I never really knew the weight of sorrow before, how it stretches you out like an old, wet sweater.

That's the thing about misfortune and grief: they have a lot of weight but no mass. You can't lift them on behalf of a friend. But at least you can bring food.

He looked tired, exhausted even, but it was as if this were the specific thing that had exhausted him, not ordinary everyday matters but one single all-consuming care; it was obviously a fatigue born out of decades of vigilance, exhaustion owing to the knowledge that any moment he might be killed by that immeasurable weight of fat.

My father opened a restaurant. It's so amazing... it's so freaking delicious, but I'm telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

If you attach no importance to weight problems, if not being able to wear new, trendy small-sized clothes does not cause you any regret, this book is not for you.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.

Thyon, earthbound, felt every choice he'd made, every action he'd taken as a weight he carried with him. He wondered: Was it weight he could shed or throw off, or what it forever part of him, as much as his bones or his hearts?

There was no drawer she could put them in to give herself a rest, no hook she could tie their tethers to, to keep them in the world.

Twelve to seventeen minutes is plenty on the treadmill--if it's done fast. That's all you need for cardiovascular benefit. You don't need to spend that extra time unless you are over weight and you need to burn off extra calories. Do it vigorously, like somebody is chasing you. You've got to do it hard. Otherwise, if you just take it easy and do it longer, you are spending all that time when you don't need it. Use that extra time with your weights instead.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry: on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose ; and neither fan nor burned feather can bring her to herself again.

You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.

It was truly amazing, Clary thought, how much teenage boys were able to eat without ever gaining weight or making themselves sick. -pg.68-

I don't feel any pressure to lose weight - and in any case, if I didn't have my food I'd be a nasty piece of work and wouldn't be able to function.

She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.

In order to keep her cheerful, us-fat-girls-LOVE-chocolate thing going, Ginger had to eat half the box, even though it made her feel ashamed. Comfort eating always did. That was why she could never lose weight: when her heart was heavy, she numbed it with chocolate or biscuits or ice cream. Hating herself for being fat meant she could keep all other feelings at bay. And for a while, food filled all the dark, sad holes inside her.

Nothing weights lighter than a promise.

Quanto pesa una lacrima?» «Secondo: la lacrima di un bambino capriccioso pesa meno del vento, quella di un bambino affamato pesa più di tutta la terra.»

Every potato chip I've have ever eaten has added another chip to my shoulder. They're a lot heavier to carry around than the pounds, somehow.

With the counseling of my family doctor, my mother ended up turning to Weight Watchers and their children's program. I went to weekly meetings, got counseling and would exercise with my peers who were my size. It was the first time I saw a proper children's portion size, and it wasn't two burgers, it was one.

El hombre es uno y ninguno. Carga desde hace años con su rostro pegado al cráneo y su sombra cosida a los pies, y todavía no ha logrado comprender cuál de las dos cosas pesa más.