Quotes About Weight

This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

My encyclopedic knowledge of rock and roll is a millstone around my neck.

A king that would not feel his crown too heavy for him, must wear it every day; but if he think it too light, he knoweth not of what metal it is made.

You have no idea what hangs in the balance of your decision on what to do with the burden God put in your heart.

Not all things that are simple are all that simple. Certain simple things carry complex weight!

Simplify, then add lightness.

When life's flight is over, and we unload our cargo at the other end, the fellow who got rid of unnecessary weight will have the most valuable cargo to present the Lord.

the soft weight of Europe pulled over us like a quilt.

weight gain was dependent on the weight gains of others with whom that person was socially tied.

If you're anorexic, you're doing it wrong." I swat him with a dish towel. "No, no, I mean anorexics look in the mirror, and even if they're eighty pounds, they still see a fat girl. I'm a hundred pounds heavier than I was in high school, my veins are full of creme fraiche, and yet I look in the mirror, take in the hair and makeup, and think, Damn, baby, you fiiine.

I stuff another handful of Raisinets in my mouth. What gets me is the 'pretty face' bit. 'Cause I won't mind being reminded I'm fat as long as you water it down first. Why not say, Hey I'm going to insult you, but first I will congratulate your fortunate genetics and appropriate appliclation of Bobbi Brown cosmetics to prevent you from hitting me. Sh*t; I kind of prefer being called a 'fat bitch.' At least it doesn't pull any punches.

I've probably tried every fad diet in the world.

By the way, honey, you look wonderful. You've lost so much weight! What diet are you on?" I stop in the doorway, breathe in through my nose, out through my mouth. "I'm caring for a dying man, Mother. A dying man you haven't asked me about once since I stepped foot in here, or even called to say hello. Somehow, I've lost my appetite.

I had absolutely no idea how I had ballooned during my pregnancy. All I thought about was eating plenty of food to keep my baby healthy.

I'm allergic to food. Every time I eat it breaks out into fat.

This is what I know about loss: - It doesn't get better. You just (somewhat) get used to it. - You never stop missing the people who go away. - For something that isn't there anymore, it weighs a ton.

It's hard to describe, but I imagine the way I am at this moment is a lot like getting sucked into a vortex. Everything dark and churning, but slow churning instead of fast, and this great weight pulling you down, like it's attached to your feet even if you can't see it. I think, This is what it must be feel like to be trapped in quicksand.

The giant trees are bending. Their bear boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.

I will show you the sunset if you will sit by me, but I cannot bring it there, for so much gold is heavy.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;

No weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.

Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped freight Of a delivered syllable, 'T would crumble with the weight.

As I've said many times, the only way to stay trim is to eat bacon.

Grief weighs nothing but you still have to drag it around.