Stomach Quotes

As my exciting story began I was being punched in the stomach.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. It's the same way with women... or at least the ones I want to be with.

If something is wrong with anyone, look first to the stomach.

There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.

Sometimes if you don't physically attempt something, you don't realize how sick to your stomach or how hard it is.

I know that I have a special stomach.

I don't know who said it, but it really kind of hit me hard in the stomach: "The only difference between all of us is that some of us were loved and some of us weren't."

I write from my stomach.

I'm talking ideal, I live in heaven, and my stomach is bottomless.

When I was 4 years old ... I dreamt that I'd been eaten by a wolf, and to my great surprise I was in the wolf's stomach and not in heaven.

The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

No one wants to see a tattoo on a stomach.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Your eyes are always bigger than your stomach.

The more sex I have, the more defined my arms and stomach get.

I am 1952. I masticate. I am like a big stomach.

You get to the ninth inning and your stomach is clear up to here. But it's not because of your job. It is because you want to win so badly.

Don’t go where it is all fine music and grand talk and beautiful architecture; those things will neither fill anybody’s stomach, nor feed his soul. Go where the gospel is preached, the gospel that really feeds your soul, and go often.

If you slow it down, eat in courses, your body, mind, stomach will catch up with this full feeling and you won't eat as much.

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.

I always think, after the second glass of wine, you should be putting something in your stomach.

I feel it right down in my stomach when I'm in touch with something. I don't know what it is.

Never call a stomach a tummy without good reason.

It's very hard to concentrate when your stomach's rumbling.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

Peace in the head, peace in the stomach.

One has to know the size of one's stomach.

Man is that guy ripped. I mean, I've got the washboard stomach, too. It's just that mine has about two months of laundry on top of it.

There are always moments of despair when you get close to jobs and lose them at the last second. It feels like getting punched in the stomach. You feel like, 'Why do I do this?' Then you go to bed, get up the next day and forget about it.

Once abroad, I eat one meal a day picnic-style: Ive learned that no mature stomach can tolerate an endless routine of rich restaurant meals.

Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

Focus your awareness on the Divine spark of crystal-white light, sparkling within the center of your stomach area. See or feel this white spark of light, shining like a pilot light within you. This is the spark of your true essence, your shining flame from God. Feel the warmth within you, filling you completely with love and peaceful energy.

You are asleep. Deep, deep asleep - and then the world caves in. The cat has leapt from the top window onto your stomach. He is saturated. He is hungry. He taps you into full wakefulness with a sodden paw "Could you open a can?"

If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

One thing I always found hard to stomach over the past few years is that being a DJ or musician is a career opportunity.

You're going to pee in someone's suitcase?" "Do you have any other ideas?" And suddenly Miracolina begins to snicker, then giggle, then giggle, then cackle uncontrollably. "He's going to pee in someone's suitcase!" "Quiet! Do you want people on the bus to hear you?" But Miracolina is beyond help. She's entered into a fullfledged laughter fit-the kind that leaves your stomach hurting. "They're gonna open their suitcase," she blurts between bursts of glee, "And their clothes’ll be full of pee!

Alfred Nobel - pitiable half-creature, should have been stifled by humane doctor when he made his entry yelling into life. Greatest merits: Keeps his nails clean and is never a burden to anyone. Greatest fault: Lacks family, cheerful spirits, and strong stomach. Greatest and only petition: Not to be buried alive. Greatest sin: Does not worship Mammon. Important events in his life: None.

For all of my life it was the size of my rear that caused me the most hand-wringing, but in this nearly-50 zone it is my stomach that is the problem. It seems to have broken free from its moorings and there is no knowing how far it will roam.

I like to take my time and not try to put too much pressure on myself, but it's hard. I think I forget every time - you give birth and you want your stomach to be flat again.

I don't know if cortisone is good for you or not. But to take a shot every other ball game is more than I wanted to do and to walk around with a constant upset stomach because of the pills and to be high half the time during a ball game because you're taking painkillers ... I don't want to have to do that.

What matter and opportunity [for thy activity] art thou avoiding? For what else are all these things, except exercises for the reason, when it has viewed carefully and by examination into their nature the things which happen in life? Persevere then until thou shalt have made these things thy own, as the stomach which is strengthened makes all things its own, as the blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it.

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

…he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into the white faces of young men [...] In the hush his entrance creates, the excessive courtesy the weary woman behind the counter shows him amplifies his strangeness. He orders coffee quietly and studies the rim of the cup to steady the sliding in his stomach. He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all America was the same. He wonders, Is it just these people I’m outside or is it all America?

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belonging to the Abbey; through which, in all probability, the water drains in its passage; so that as we drink the decoction of the living bodies at the Pump-room, we swallow the strainings of rotten bones and carcasses at the private bath - I vow to God, the very idea turns my stomach!