Quotes About Weight

Oh my God, I used to get heartburn and all sorts of indigestion and stuff because I didn't feel well. And you know, I sit a lot because I write, and I gained a whole bunch of weight. My vanity just got to me, and I was like, 'I've got to do something!'

I'm, like, a compulsive eater. I'm going to be so fat when I'm older, it's ridiculous.

I don't think I could ever make 155. I made 163 for the Olympics, and that is a super low weight for me. I'm a fairly big person, and for me to make 163 was incredibly difficult.

The hand upon his shoulder weighed like a hand of lead. It was intolerable. It seemed to crush him.

Anche le lacrime hanno il peso della parola.

Well, you've taken a weight off my mind." "A mind, I should imagine, scarcely constructed to bear great weights.

That was one of the strange things about grief. How it turned some into weights and reduced others to the molted skin of the person they'd been.

He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

I can't imagine the pressure you must be under to have the weight of an entire country on your shoulders.

At night, this is a heavier world.

Everything does fall. It must be gravity.

like corks. To Langdon's surprise, dozens of gondolas were making this same crossing. Their slender hulls—at nearly forty feet in length and almost fourteen hundred pounds—appeared remarkably stable in the rough waters. Each vessel was piloted by a sure-footed gondolier

Under the weight of my growing self-knowledge, my self-image was sinking fast.

But these were thoughts of no weight, and whenever he came to me they vanished; for his company was so delightful, that there was no being melancholy when he was there; the reflections were all the subject of those hours when I was alone.

los modelos de competencia ponen claramente de relieve el gran peso que desempeñan cuestiones no académicas como la empatía

I remember that she was always fluttering like a big, white bird—around my father, and he too heavy and tired to escape her pecking.

Love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

I'm a gentleman and I was always taught it's rude, to talk about a woman's age or weight unless you are breaking up with her.

I don't think I'll live long enough to shoot my age. I'm lucky to shoot my weight.

Up until the age of 30 I could eat whatever I wanted - I mean, literally, I never put on a pound; if anything, I was criticised in the media for being too skinny.

This is the story of my life, that while I lived it weighed upon me and pressed against me and filled all my senses to overflowing and now is like a dream dreamed.

So we stood there, not knowing either how to stay or how to go, and felt the weight of that failure.

About nine feet six and I weigh twenty stone, he answered, and almost laughed aloud. And how does it end? It ends with words. Words can kill anything. It ends with cold words; words like fire that stick in the structure and take hold and lick it up, blackening and charring it, bringing it down in smoking ruins. It ends in suspicion of things not done, and in the certainty of things done and remembered. It