Quotes About Fleshy

I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb, am Buried above ground.

So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

My experience, as odd as it sounds, is that I can change my food preferences by thinking of my body as a programmable robot as opposed to a fleshy bag full of magic.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to Literature, summer the tissues and blood.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

Everything outside was elegant and savage and fleshy. Everything inside was slow and cool and vacant. It seemed a shame to stay inside.

La mesquinerie qui m'habite est aussi réelle qu'un organe. Si on me fendait le ventre, elle pourrait fort bien se glisser dehors, charnue et sombre, tomber par terre, et on pourrait sauter dessus à pieds joints.

Despite his Falstaffian appearance he was a hard and ruthless man. His piggish eyes were filled with greed; his fleshy mouth was lustful; his only natural smile was one of avarice.

She is an attractive, robust, fleshy, large-headed woman several years younger than Laura (it seems that every one, suddenly, is at least slightly younger than she).

My robotic ghost would haunt your fleshy one.

Sam was almost grateful for his fleshy buttocks. Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go, he thought.

A purple African violet so lush and fleshy it looked edible... his fingers as cool and smooth as beach stones.

And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious.

Then the boy appeared. His name was Clysonymus, and he was the son of a nobleman who was often at the palace. Older, larger, and unpleasantly fleshy.

The odour of humans is always a fleshy odour — that is, a sinful odour.