Quotes About Sweat

BED. He smelled his adult sweat, tasted it

The combination of the heat and air moisture was debilitating.

The humidity and heat combination must have been in the triple digits.

His white knit shirt and name-brand shorts were soaked through so you could see the straps of his jock biting into the soft ass I was handing him. He

A faint mist of perspiration clung to her skin like aphrodisia

But humans, with our millions of sweat glands, are the best air-cooled engine that evolution has ever put on the market.

The night that wouldn't, and wouldn't, and wouldn't come, that was impossible. And her love that now was impossible—that was dry the way the fever of someone who doesn't sweat was love without opium or morphine. And "I love you" was a splinter you couldn't remove with tweezers. A splinter buried in the toughest part of the sole of your foot.

Badness you can get easily, in quantity; the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steer is the way to it.

Her mother bent close, the smell of whiskey and beer and sweat as familiar as any perfume to Kaye.

And as the whiskey sang through her blood and sweat slicked her skin, a dangerously familiar recklessness filled her.

But this is Miami, you can't come to Miami and not show any skin. You gotta show something. If you're all covered up in this heat, you're gonna make me pass out out just to look at you. It's sweaty in Miami-but the diamonds will keep me cool.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress handfull of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle Blood sweat and tears Nothing to gain Everything to fear

while everyone in all the cars behind you swelters in the July sun that no air-conditioning can ever overcome

found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.

I found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.

Horror movies are hard work. Why don't we make a horror workout?

The life of labor does not make men, but drudges.

I have always loathed working out.

All I do is work out, oh my God! Half my life is spent in a gym somewhere, sweating.

The garden of your dreams is watered by the sweat of excellence.

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

Those who work, knows the strength of labour.

The pain in your muscles and the sweat in your brow after doing a work the hard and honest way make you feel proud of yourself!

If you aren't hurting after a good workout then obviously you haven't done something right