Quotes About Vitality

It is as true as breath. It is as important as the words of children.

We guard our bodies until they are old and tasteless, when we could have fed ourselves to claw and fur, been literally reincarnated in the cells of a lion sleeping in the sun, the wall of muscle that is a bear crashing through a rotten log in search of ant eggs. Why not return again and again, glistening, gilded every time?

My mom says Dove lives like a sun does. In this never-ending state of heat and light that would burn the rest of us up.

Pain is a beautiful thing. When you feel pain, you know you're alive.

He's a kid from L.A., they drink sunshine and milk.

You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?

In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse. Blossoming branches burgeon as the must. Some are long, some are short.' Stay upright. Stay with life.

We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth. What has no shadow has no strength to live

We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us or Venus But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time... Now all this is literally true, as men knew in the great past and as they will know again.

We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive - and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

was a good mother to her three children, but there was no vitality in her. She died — if not of a broken heart, of a bruised one — when her youngest child, a daughter, was eight years old.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

You see, rock and roll isn't a career or hobby - it's a life force. It's something very essential.

Our creative communities in Nashville, in L.A. and New York, and in Austin, those are communities you want to see stay viable.

We can still be sexy and vibrant, fashionable, classy, and fly until the day we die!

Each day it's like: 'How many more days am I going to feel young and vibrant? I feel young and vibrant now, but I also feel the aches and pains a little bit.

Every city is either vibrant these days or is working on a plan to attain vibrancy soon. The reason is simple: a city isn't successful - isn't even a city, really - unless it can lay claim to being 'vibrant.'

It takes a lot of effort to be vibrant.

Success, to me, is something new and vibrant.

I generate a lot of good vibrations, good energy.

You need to know how to enjoy the victories. In the end, this is a great sport, and it's to be enjoyed.

She couldn't imagine how she could have forgotten a man this attractive. His features were strong and decisively formed, too masculine to be called beautiful, too striking to be ordinary. And his eyes were the rich sky-blue of morning glories, even more intense against the sun-glazed color of his skin. There was something extraordinary about him, a kind of barely leashed vitality that nearly caused her to take a step backward, the force of it was so strong.

Irene was compulsive about physical activity. She ran, hiked, lifted weights. She was the sort of person who would suddenly drop to the ground and do a set of push-ups or lunge her way across the room.

Yes, she, Claire Parks, who by all rights should have been dead these many years, her bleached bones rotting in the cold ground, was turned on. Waves of heat rolled through her body in liquid surges. The heat became almost incandescent in her breasts and in her loins, but her entire body burned and tingled with heat and life.