People shouldn’t be ashamed of their bodies. . . especially women.
Man never dies, nor is he ever born; bodies die, but he never dies.
Kazuhiko could have taken his gun and aimed it at the person behind them. But Sakura wouldn't want that. What she wanted was to leave this world quietly before they got sucked into this horrible massacre. Nothing was more important to him than her. There was no room for compromise. If this were what her trembling soul wanted, then he would follow her. Had he been more eloquent he might have described his feelings as something like, "I'm going to die for her honor. " Their two bodies danced in the air beyond the cliff, their hands still clasped together, the black sea under them.
Black women don't have the same body image problems as white women. They are proud of their bodies.
Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
Economic transactions between national bodies who are at the same time the supreme judges of their own behavior, who bow to no superior law, and whose representatives cannot be bound by any considerations but the immediate interest of their respective nations, must end in clashes of power.
I think women's bodies are a battleground and photography is partly to blame. Our society is so photographic now, it becomes more difficult to see all of those different varieties of shape.
I think the neural pathways in our brains affect what happens in our bodies, and so can alter our health.
Most of the answers to the world could be answered with our bodies.
There's something about the rhythms of language that correspond to the rhythms of our own bodies.
Our desires are the way that the healing life force comes through us and replenishes our bodies.
I believe a lot in the subject of the power our own bodies have as marginalized beings to be able to change the sense of things.
We are only here for a little while, and our bodies belong to ourselves and no one else.
Our minds, like our bodies, are in continual flux; something is hourly lost, and something acquired. . . . Do not suffer life to stagnate; it will grow muddy for want of motion: commit yourself again to the current of the world.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
The world is littered with the bodies of people that tried to stick it to ole J. R. Ewing!
From an early age I was aware of what America meant, and how the Marines at Camp Pendleton were ready to defend us at a moment's notice. I also remember what fabulous bodies those troops had.
It's sort of like, our bodies are designed to keep moving, and when we don't move it, we're not going to feel great.
We live equally out of our bodies and out of our minds.
You exist forever. You've always existed and you'll always exist. You move in and out of bodies like some people in Los Angeles move in and out of houses, every other week, every other lifetime.