Quotes About Sweat

In the storm-lit darkness, the beaded sweat and raindrops on her arm were like so many glittering stars, and her skin was like a span of night sky.

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

There's nothing worse than getting on a crowded subway on, like, a 90-degree day.

I do get approached occasionally, but not a ton. I'm unrecognizable because I'm coated in cat hair and sweat. And there's a sort of yeti quality to my presence... so I don't think that people can see the face.

So then it got hotter. You can feel your back begin to cook. Pinch of salt and a few sprigs of rosemary and you got a dinner. God Almighty, the heat.

Era una especie de gigante tosco, que a la luz de las luminarias del estacionamiento parecía brillar bañado en polvo de oro, los ojos azules estriados de rojo, inquietos y burlones bajo el ala del sombrero de fieltro manchado de sudor, el cuerpo fornido asentado en sus botas de fajina.

we sweated side by side three times like a spell or a curse

Spicy food and I have a close relationship—an obsessive one, in fact. If it's spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain . . . which, now that I put it that way, seems really suggestive. But spicy stuff is addictive. That's a known fact of science.

How did everyone else know how to do yoga? The one advantage to all of this was that it cleared Stevie's mind of everything. She heard exercise did that. Was this what they meant? You were so busy being confused and trying to stop your sweaty hands from slipping on a mat that you couldn't think anymore? Stevie did approve of the fact that yoga ended by lying on the floor in a corpse pose.

Aren't you capable of a sublime gesture on occasion? They all work so hard and struggle and suffer, trying to achieve beauty, trying to surpass one another in beauty. Let's surpass them all! Let's throw their sweat in their face. Let's destroy them at one stroke. Let's be gods. Let's be ugly.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread," said the ever-merciful God as he exiled Adam and Eve from Eden, and for most people throughout history, sweat they did.

Some biblical scholars believe that the story of the fall from the Garden of Eden was a cultural memory of the transition from foraging to agriculture: "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread." 79

To live is to suffer, to live is to sweat, to live is an ache you can't fucking forget. To live is to yearn, to live is to burn, to live is to fucking screw up and wait for the fate to turn.

I Do Not Sing Because I Dream I do not sing because I dream. I simply sing because you're real. I sing your ripened gaze, your purest smile, your animal grace. I sing because I am a man. And if I didn't sing I'd be just a brute, bursting with health, blind drunk and dizzy with delight there in your vineyard without wine. I sing because love wishes it. Because hay ripens in your arms, glistening wet. Because my body tightens facing them, bare and bathed in sweat.

My whole intention at 'WrestleMania XIV' was to drop the belt to Steve, but I was going to make everybody sweat it out and make them think I wasn't. Obviously, I got that accomplished. That's extremely unprofessional, but that's exactly who I was and what I was doing.

The room was crowded and sweltering. Fans whirred impotently. Men were hooking fingers into collars to let in air. Sweat coated faces. Myron looked at Brenda. She looked small and alone and scared, but she would not look away. He felt her take his hand. He gripped back. She stood ramrod straight now, her head high. The

I was one of those that didn't so much go to the discos or the clubs to drink. I went with a towel around my neck. I was ready to sweat!

All the Baptist churches she's ever visited smelled of the same sweat and boredom.

Bones was lost in the sweat on her exquisitely sweating body. He was jealous of her sweat. He wanted to be her sweat. Even through the viewfinder he could see her ribcage pressing against her leotard like a musical instrument. He wanted to play her long into the night.

Jack unpacked sweatshirts, sweatpants, thick athletic socks. He wore them to encourage his body to reach a temperature hot enough to melt solids. No matter what anyone said, sweat was nothing but liquid fat. That's why it smelled like rancid bacon grease. As conundrums go, sweat was also his most private and trusted confidant.

I'm like a mosquito, I love humidity. I don't sweat.

The Queen watched the drops of sweat pearling her husband's brow. And nothing disgusts a woman more than the sweat of the man she has ceased to love.

It occurs to me that boredom and panic are the two devils the solitary must combat. When I lay down this afternoon, I could not rest and finally got up because I was in a sweat of panic, panic for no definable reason, a panic of solitude, I presume.

With everything else going wrong so far, he was sure the police would try to use his sweat as some sort of proof of guilt.