Quotes About Belly

The horse is by Nature a very lazy animal whose idea of heaven is an enormous field of lush grass in which he can graze undisturbed until his belly is full, and after a pleasant doze can start filling himself up all over again.

In the pregnancy process I have come to realize how much of the burden is on the female partner. She's got a construction zone going on in her belly.

The love radiating from Mariah's face, her hand curled protectively across her belly, all of it so tender. These sketches were Annie's true legacy. They were concrete evidence that Annie had been created in love. Maybe that's what her mother had wanted her to see.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.

Courage comes from the belly - all else is desperation

Yours was the courage to live life in and from its belly as well as beyond its edges.

Tell me," he whispered, "why it is you alone hold no fear of me?" "I can't imagine. Surely I am foolish. Aelfa assures me you eat small children every morn to break your fast. Do you?" "Nay, I find them to be too harsh on the belly. All that moving around once they're swallowed. Not worth the effort, really." -Sin & Callie

Aelfa assures me you eat small children every morn to break your fast. Do you? (Callie) Nay, I find them to be too harsh on the belly. All that moving around once they're swallowed. Not worth the effort, really. (Sin)

How right the working classes are in their "materialism." How right they are to realize that the belly comes before the soul, not in the scale of values but in point of time!

The fact is that my native land is a prey to barbarism, that in it men's only God is their belly, that they live only for the present, and that the richer a man is the holier he is held to be.

He's got a big stomach, Uncle Dillon," Sam said as he settled in on his father's lap. "I know, Sam," Katie said. "His belly nearly fills up the photo we've got out there.

A man must go on a quest / to discover the sacred fire / in the sanctuary of his own belly / to ignite the flame in his heart / to fuel the blaze in the hearth / to rekindle his ardor for the earth

Opinions are like belly buttons; everybody has one. I never knock a man for his opinion.

Your gift, your power comes from your heart and your belly as much as your mind. Your belly holds the anger, your heart the compassion. Your mind the will.

the buttons of his dark blue uniform allude to an ongoing border dispute with his soft belly.

Chester Miller was in his late fifties, slim-built except for his belly, which perched on his belt like an egg. A little sleepy.

All this miraculous hatred. Christ, a man can't eat his breakfast for filling his belly full of it.

How Shakespeare loathed humanity—the putting on of clothes, the getting of children, the sordidity of the mouth and the belly! This was now revealed to Septimus; the message hidden in the beauty of words. The secret signal which one generation passes, under disguise, to the next is loathing, hatred, despair. Dante the same. Aeschylus (translated) the same.

She was an extravagantly slender girl. Her ribs showed. The conspicuous knobs of her hipbones framed a hollowed abdomen, so flat as to belie the notion of belly. Her exquisite bone structure immediately slipped into a novel - became in fact the secret structure of that novel, besides supporting a number of poems.

Belly buttons are cool!

Unconsciously, one hand crept down to her belly, where an ache was beginning to blossom.

Seriously. Like, insanely adorable. Those little paws, that tiny nose, those great big eyes… And that belly! That glorious, fluffy, mushy little kitty belly! It's enough to drive an otherwise sane and sober adult to helpless, babbling lunacy.

love is my thighs, this belly, my eyes.love is my speech, the search, my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

I travel your body, like the world, your belly is a plaza full of sun, your breasts two churches where blood performs its own parallel rites, my glances cover you like ivy