I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. . . . I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.
Beauty in the flesh will continue to rule the world.
What do yo think human flesh tastes like?
Let us read the lives of the saints; let us consider the penances which they performed, and blush to be so effeminate and so fearful of mortifying our flesh.
Let it be known that this is the true Church, in which there is confession and penance and which takes a health-promoting care of the sins and wounds to which the weak flesh is subject.
Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
In fact perhaps the only law in biology is that all flesh is mortal and all species become extinct eventually.
My refusing to eat flesh occasioned an inconveniency, and I was frequently chid for my singularity.
Fear arises from the weakness of the flesh over which the devil has power.
The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.
Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
He had not an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and leanness goes a great way towards gentility.
Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.
Was the crew well? Was I not? I had profited in many ways by the voyage. I had even gained flesh, and actually weighed a pound more than when I sailed from Boston.
When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.
To be united to God in unity of person was not fitting to human flesh, according to its natural endowments, since it was above his dignity; nevertheless, it was fitting that God, by reason of his infinite goodness, should unite it to himself for human salvation.
I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.
The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
They're still in good shape, but I'm not flashing them anymore. I'm an old lady. I leave all the flesh to the kids.