Quotes About Sweat

The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.

I wash my hair maybe once every four or five months. But whenever I touch my hair, I wash my hands. I think since I wash my hands a lot and then touch my hair, maybe I'm washing my hair each time. But also, I sweat a lot, and sweat is like a natural shower built into your body.

I never understood that if you sweat as much as I used to every night, you drain your body of salts. So I got very, very, seriously ill. I got to the stage where I was almost hospitalized with serious problems.

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away and every ounce of energy you try to give away as the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.

Kudos to you for generating enough sweat that it actually drips off of your body - and all over the machine you are using at the time. If you sweat a lot, that's fine, but wipe down the damn machine when you're done... or I will confront you, and it will not be pretty.

I go down to the gym unwashed, like something dragged in from behind a truck.

Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled. 'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.' 'My godlike physique?' 'The smell, Ruthan.

Numbness spread, allowing him to move his arms without the stabbing agony that had had him bathed in sweat over the last few hours.

Tehol wiped sweat from his brow. 'Give me some of that hen tea, will you?' 'With or without?' 'With or without what?' 'Feathers.' 'That depends. Are they clean feathers?' 'They are now,' Bugg replied. 'All right, then, since I can't think of anything more absurd. With.' Bugg reached for a clay cup. 'I knew I could count on you, Master.

Sweat and death clung to the air thick as gauze.

Biologically a woman has fewer functional sweat glands than a man and she also has a slightly higher sweating threshold except when pregnant. So women as a rule do perspire less than men, but this minor difference has not been deemed large enough to distinguish the sexes. A lady is not supposed to sweat at all.

She was covered in sweat, and her body odor filled my nostrils. But her smell wasn't repulsive, believe me! It was rather alluring. It was tempting, a little foul, sour, yet arousing.

The air was hot and wet, as if it had absorbed the sweat of countless bodies. It dripped also with scandal.

The sari's rose-pink border was fringed with a layer of mud. Patches of sweat darkened the underarms of her choli. Trust Ma to dress inappropriately for every occasion or activity.

They wept no animal's tears. They mourned in a great wickerwork of hard muscle and ragged breath. The hot smell of their coats, their black lips pulled back over ivory teeth, stiff sprays of white whiskers; their heavy hair plaited with silver and faience. Their thick hides shivered, as cattle will shiver away flies. I sweated and tried not to clear my throat.

Fu allora che si accorse di non essere solo all'interno del mausoleo, e che un profilo scuro si muoveva sul soffitto, avanzando silenziosamente come un insetto. Max sentì l'orologio scivolare dalle mani fredde di sudore e alzo lo sguardo. Uno degli angeli di pietra che aveva visto all'entrata camminava capovolto sul soffitto. La figura si fermò e, guardando Max, mostrò un sorriso crudele e allungò un dito accusatore contro di lui.

I lie on my belly and embrace the fleshy ground, to get closer to my love. My cheeks become wet with tears, or maybe it's just sweat rising out of the skin below me. I drift into sleep, absorbing the sound of Stacy's heartbeat vibrating through my entire body.

The hot lights made Michele's skin sweat and mosquitoes attacked the back of her neck. You can't even scratch on center stage, she thought.

Hot weather and thongs are a bad combination.

I drink lots of water - being under hot lamps all day is very dehydrating.

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it's the smell of schizophrenia.

Absurdity, only you are pure. Absurdity, only facing you does this ex- cess sweat golden pleasure

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Your Grandpa was a boxer in his youth. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen, let me tell you. He wore these short little shorts, and was always dripping in sweat." There goes my appetite.