Stomach Quotes
Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.
In its revolt against congestion and sordor, a space-hungry generation has, I fear, developed eyes that are bigger than its stomach.
You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.
Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.
When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.
I get butterflies in my stomach before I perform. I love them! They let me know I'm ready to perform, that I'm ready to rock out on stage.
Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
A stomach without bread and a purse without gold have led to so many revolutions in history.
Strong convictions are the secret of surviving deprivation; your spirit can be full even when your stomach is empty.
There is no good word for stomach; just as there is no good word for girlfriend. Stomach is to girlfriend as belly is to lover, and as abdomen is to consort, and as middle is to petite amie.
When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.
It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.
What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.
I don’t like the way he looks at you.” My stomach lurched. “What do you mean? How does he look at me?” “Like you’re not a student and he’s not a teacher.
I always think, after the second glass of wine, you should be putting something in your stomach.
There is love there. And then there's times when I can't even stomach Simon. You don't have to sit next to him. That's all I have to say.
Dad decided not to vote for Donner after all. He didn't vote for anyone. He said politicians turned his stomach.
Also, there are authors and publicists using the Internet to manipulate opinion, both positively for a work and negatively against the competition. I don't do this and can't stomach it, honestly.
Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.
My music should evoke a feeling; whether it's a feeling in your stomach, goosebumps, whatever. When you don't get a feeling then there's a problem.
For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.
My stomach churned. The monster had mimicked Thalia perfectly. If I'd heard that voice in the dark, calling for help, I would've run straight toward it.
It really doesn't take brains to be a politician as much as it takes stomach. Both would be nice, but in America we have accepted diminishing returns in this arena.
Trying to execute that kind of intricate staging in the West Wing at the same time you're doing intricate dialogue - it's like patting your head and rubbing your stomach!
You eat a lot of goat stomach when you're in North Africa. You eat whatever's put in front of you. I am a big proponent of that.
I want people to feel something in the pit of their stomach. I want my movies, especially the ending, to stay with people long after the credits have rolled.
I think a pretty good modus operandi is to believe that everything we know is wrong. The stomach will be the key to depression or consciousness or we'll realize ants are smarter than people.
The stomach begs and clamors, and listens to no precepts. And yet it is not an obdurate creditor; for it is dismissed with small payment if you give it only what you owe, and not as much as you can.
A great step towards independence is a good-humored stomach, one that is willing to endure rough treatment.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.
It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.
I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.
And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.
I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.
Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.
Really, he could have just punched me in the stomach, because my brain refused to comprehend the words he was saying. A physical assault, it might have understood.
I know this sounds ridiculous but I like guys with love handles. I hate a washboard stomach - that does not turn me on.
Handsome, fictional men were so much easier to stomach than real life ones who smelled of Christmas and looked like a Calvin Klein model
The American insanity for Loving Everybody is ruining my good temper and delivering my stomach to enormous bouts with acidity.
I remember the actor Dale Robertson said he quit acting when he got tired of having to hold his stomach in. I feel that way sometimes.
When you're on the open sea and you drop 10, 12 feet and your stomach goes up around your neck - that's when you have problems.