Quotes About Digestion

Physical emotions are moved by chemicals, nerve endings, weather, digestion, hormones, and a thousand other things in the body or the physical world. Animals can't love without physical emotion. Angels can't love with physical emotion. We can love with or without physical emotion.

I ate in the morning what I would digest in the evening; I swallowed as a boy what I would ruminate upon as an older man. I have thoroughly absorbed these writings, implanting them not only in my memory but in my marrow. (Quoted by Josh Foer in Moonwalking With Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything)

When we are sick, we lose our sense of taste and our appetite. Taste, appetite, and power of digestion are related. Lack of taste indicates fever, disease, low agni, high ama. To improve agni and eliminate disease, it is necessary to improve our sense of taste. This is why spices are such important Ayurvedic herbs. Desire for tasty food indicates hungry agni or disease. The problem is that we have perverted our sense of taste with artificial substances.

at least one player (who had been consuming Ding Dong cupcakes during a marathon match) explosively defecated in his pants midgame.

Le dije que me gustaba la comida picante. No sé por qué tuve que afirmar semejante idiotez si es mentira. Voy poniendo cucharada tras cucharada de yogur en la comida. No hay nada que hacer. Cada vez me pasa igual: las papilas gustativas se me achicharran y se mueren; el rostro se me pone rojo como una remolacha; mi cabeza se me antoja una casa en llamas y el tracto digestivo empieza a retorcerse y quejarse de dolor como una boa constrictor que se acaba de tragar un cortacésped.

Who needs such a long intestine, anyway?

You may be able to get the bone down your throat But if it reaches your stomach it will tear your navel. (Gulistan)

Puede que seas capaz de engullir el hueso a través de la garganta, pero si llega a tu estómago perforará tu ombligo.

I find sarcasm before noon sours the stomach.

If we can go some way to creating a vibrant anaerobic digestion industry here in the U.K., we will be reaching our goals both in terms of economics and the environment.

Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

Everyone should be his own physician. We ought to assist and not force nature. Eat with moderation what agrees with your constitution. Nothing is good for the body but what we can digest. What medicine can produce digestion? Exercise. What will recruit strength? Sleep. What will alleviate incurable ills? Patience.

Music is the best means we have of digesting time.

The words of a dead man Are modified in the guts of the living.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.

La frénésie qu'est devenu le travail agricole est comme le signe d'une discordance grave avec les rythmes de l'univers. Les tracteurs vont et viennent. Ils exigent des terres aussi planes et vastes que possible. Ils répandent des poisons violents afin, paraît-il, que les hommes puissent manger. Quelques-uns ont en effet mangé, puis ont trop mangé, et leur vie est devenue une seule et unique préoccupation lancinante et triste : comment digérer ? (p.217)

The sphincter which serve to discharge our stomachs has dilations and contractions proper to itself, independent of our wishes or even opposed to them.

If you let the news spoil your appetite, there wouldn't be a day you could eat.

Beans, beans, they're good for your heart," I said cheerily, seizing the opening. "The more you eat, the more you fart. The more you fart, the better you feel—so let's have beans for every meal!

Gave me terrible cramps, and I had wind for days.

BILIOUS HUMOURS

Folk will tell ye that owls havena got an arsehole, so they canna pass the things they eat—like mice, aye? So the bones and the hairs and such are all made up into a ball, and the owl vomits them out, not bein' able to get rid of them out the other end.

Having ensured the health of his bowels by disposing of his parritch in short order, he proceeded to add a French breakfast of buttered rolls and steaming chocolate on top of it.