Quotes About Belly

It has never occurred to me before, but this is truly how it is: all of us on earth walk constantly over a seething, scarlet sea of flame, hidden below, in the belly of the earth. We never think of it. But what if the thin crust under our feet should turn into glass and we should suddenly see?

That inescapable animal walks with me.Has followed me since the black womb held,Moves where I move, distorting my gesture,A caricature, a swollen shadow,A stupid clown of the spirit's motive,Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness,The secret life of belly and bone.

I put on weight like Santa Claus. I just get this belly that kind of extends out.

I really believe that green tea is the key for all of us women who are gaining some weight around your middle.

The roar behind him was louder than anything he had ever heard in his life; a monstrous fist punched him in the back, knocking all the wind out of him even before he landed, sprawled on his belly on the wall top, barely holding on to his staff as it swung over the edge.

I read, in a fascinating book by F David Peat called Blackfoot Physics, that although we in the West think of the brain as the seat of learning, in indigenous cultures it is the belly.

Lying here and looking up at the stars like this, it makes me feel like I'm lying on a planet. It's so wide. So infinite -Belly Conklin

He gestured at me. "That's Belly." "Belly?" she repeated. "Yup. She's my girlfriend." I think I choked out loud.

There is the great sky again, and the stars, and the first streak of dawn, and he is walking beneath that sky, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning.

If I venture into the water in a bikini, the sight of my melanin-deficient Michigan belly might attract beluga whales. Sure, I could secretly live among them and learn their ancient ways, but I couldn't keep that kind of ruse up forever.

He took off his black shirt in the dazzling sunshine, exposing a Buddha-sized belly and man breasts the size of fleshy mangoes.

This, they say, is the condition of the woman as artist. Woman? Lover? Mother? Artist? The distinctions are false. A woman is all of these, and reduced to none. To be an artist is not a matter of surmounting, or refusing, or even of juggling, but of bringing the values and knowledge of heart and belly into the work, into the image, into the paint.

I put cocoa butter all over my face and my iconic belly and my arms and legs. Why live rough? Live smooth.

In Physicia Baal is still worshiped as Bolus, and as Belly he is adored and served with abundant sacrifice by the priests of Guttledom.

And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

A belly button is good for only one thing: when you're lying in bed eating celery, it's a place to put the salt.

A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that's him, our master. Come, kiss me.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

Help them adopt an alternative greeting style: They might grab a toy and dash around like mad or flip over on their back for a belly rub, also known as "belly up!

When the Church says "outpouring" she is usually misguided. She is looking for an inpouring – for God to come down from the sky and fill her tank. But the true Biblical definition of outpouring is found here: out of your belly shall flow rivers of living water (John 7:38). Know it or not, we possess His fullness.

Many thanks for all of the love and good wishes sent our way from my friends out there in cartoon land... the only place where a nine month pregnant woman can still play a hot goth chick in a belly shirt!

There weren't any funny people in sports or the Spanish club. All the really creative, witty, funny people that made your belly hurt were in the theater program.

He made a production out of answering her, marching around to her side of the car, carrying his belly in front of him like a gift.

Are you going to tame our little Sissy, Mitchell? Sissy rubbed her face, annoyed, and Mitch answered honestly, I'm really too lazy to try and tame anybody. If I had my way, I'd spend all day sleeping under a tree, maybe rolling out occasionally to sun my belly, and then I expect someone to bring me food. I could live like that forever!