Quotes About Belly

This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds, but all the while the beast drank there was no noise in the beast's belly.

When I'm on tour, telly-watching happens at unusual times for me. After a hotel breakfast, I generally catch up on 'Homes Under Hammer' and 'This Morning', while replying to emails and dozing slightly. A full belly will do that to a woman.

Shoats had pushed his chair back from the table to allow himself room for the guitar, between the table edge and his belly, and was tuning it. He wore that hearing-secret-harmonies expression people wore when they tuned guitars.

The pain is worse than I imagined!' Yeste cried. 'How can it hurt when the point of the weapon is still an inch away from your belly?' Domingo asked. 'I'm anticipating, don't bother me—let me die unpestered.

We can bear ideas and events only when laundered by commentary, like the dirty money concealed by banking secrecy. 'In the heart and the belly it continues to sing its poisonous song - Better to kill a child than to harbour unsatisfied desires within oneself' (Kenzaburo Oe). Ressentiment is an empty, useless passion only if it assumes a sentimental form.

Occasionally, when I run into a great bass backstage at a festival I'll play a few notes on the low E string, just to feel the instrument vibrate against my belly.

She barely understands her dreams of belly button rings and other kind of things. Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange, it that the changes occur, and now she's just a part of the herd.

Asta jumped up and punched me in the belly with her front feet.

I don't need someone with a hot body. He can be fat or overweight and have a belly. It's very much about style and substance and humor, interest, curiosity and really being smart.

There was already something dead about him. He didn't rear back in his knees any longer. He squatted over his ankles when he walked. That stillness at the back of his neck. His prosperous-looking belly…sagged like a load suspended from his loins.

Bobby spotted the black cat lying on a windowsill, sunning itself. They both walked over to it. Bobby tentatively reached out and rubbed his hands across the cat's belly. The cat purred. "Nice," the cat said dreamily. Bobby whipped his hand back.

Pain and loneliness washed over her. It would come like this, out of nowhere, at the most unexpected times, prompted by some small thing. Or it would rise like a flood from her belly

He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe's belly.

She reached to give him an awkward hug, and when he hugged her back, his hand accidentally touched her belly. It was surprisingly hard and something shifted beneath the surface. "Oh, shit!" he yelped, jerking back. "What's wrong?" "It, uh, moved." "Feels like an alien, doesn't it? I swear to God, I have nightmares that it's going to burst out of my stomach like a monster. But I think it's pretty harmless.

My heart is hardy, for I have suffered much on the seas and the battlefield: this will be only something more. But a ravenous belly cannot be hid, damn the thing. It gives a world of trouble to men, makes them fit out fleets of ships and scour the barren sea, to bring misery on their enemies.

Trying to find Delacroix here based on Schnapp's description would be like searching a beehive for a male with a striped belly.

So the bloodline wasn't pure." He shook his head. "It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it was. I didn't want ties, especially the sort I'd have had with you." He looked at her with pure raging desire. "I knew if we were ever intimate, there'd be no going back. I was right. I eat, breathe, sleep and dream you, especially now, with my baby growing in your belly.

The thing about her is, she's good-natured. He knew it the second he saw her standing by the parking meters. He could just tell from the soft way her belly looked. With women, you keep bumping against them, because they want different things, they're a different race. Either they give, like a plant, or scrape, like a stone. In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.

Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words, Ill-natured though a whore, Her belly is a bag of turds, And her cunt a common shore.

I'm up here in this womb, I'm looking all around. We'll, I'm looking out my belly button window and I see a whole lot of frowns.

Our daughter is not going to an academy." I MISS MY SON, her sign had read. "Period. I don't care if she's tier one. I don't care if she's the first tier zero in history and can manipulate space-time while shooting lasers from her belly button. She is not going to an academy.

The belly is the giver of genius.

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

Your pot belly, I'd give that a 10 for size.