Quotes About Weight

My nutritionist has done a great job in changing my diet after we established I am allergic to things like gluten - I can't eat pizza, pasta and bread. I have lost some weight, but my movement is sharper and I feel great.

The city hung on him, weighed him down with stone on all sides; it clung to him with the tar of dozens of eyes he could see, and hundreds more he couldn't. Lord, how much easier things were in the forest.

There are moments in your life when you feel the weight of your stupidity as an unbearable thing. You hardly believe that the thoughts you've had and the beliefs you've held are actually your own, yet they have been, and you know, with the full certainty of religious conviction, that you are flawed in a deep and terrible way.

I could feel the huge, unbearable burden of my own body.

In truth, nothing was the same. She forgot about the stars… and taking notice of the sea. She was no longer filled with all the curiosities of the world and didn't take much notice of anything… other than how heavy… and awkward the bottle had become.

For the Romanov regime fell under the weight of its own internal contradictions. It was not overthrown.

Falling asleep is such a strange feeling. It's like a carp or an eel is tugging on a fishing line, or something heavy like a lead weight is pulling on the line that I'm holding with my head, and as I doze off to sleep, the line slackens up a bit. When that happens, it startles me back to awareness. Then it pulls me again. I doze off to sleep. The line loosens a bit again. This goes on three or four times, and then, with the first really big tug, this time it lasts until morning.

Somehow it is not the smile of a human being: it utterly lacks substance, all of what we might call the "heaviness of blood" or perhaps the "solidity of human life"—it has not even a bird's weight. It is merely a blank sheet of paper, light as a feather, and it is smiling.

Life itself is bound to be dreary if you carry a lot of baggage about.

Tears at times have all the weight of speech.

The dead, empty weight of perfect silence lay over the little lake behind the barn.

His idea of female beauty was a woman so fat if you slapped her backside in the morning she'd still be jiggling when you got back home for dinner.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

she is bent under the weight of her burden

Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

While I was explaining to my own doctor that I was planning to undertake some serious exercise, I happened to mention that I thought I had lost quite a bit of weight since my last physical. "You didn't lose it," he said. "It just slipped around to your rear where you can't see it.

Life was too heavy on her feet in that place to leap dramatically when something apparently exciting happened.

Something—he wondered later if it was simply his youth—something that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a spray of foam.

I weigh more than a mountain but less than a feather.

Self-contained,' Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he'd had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember . . . Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn't, what was the point?

a posture of heavy-lies-the-crown fatigue.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.