I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.
But laughter is weakness, corruption, the foolishness of our flesh.
Holiness comes by holy deeds. Not starving flesh of daily needs.
It is highly dangerous to receive the truths of the Bible with human wisdom, for this is a hidden and subtle method which invariably causes a believer to perfect with his flesh the work of the Holy Spirit.
the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!
I paint a woman's big rounded buttocks so that I want to reach out and stroke the dimpled flesh.
Antichrist is the pope and the Turk [Muslim] together. A beast full of life must have a body and soul. The spirit or soul of Antichrist is the pope, his flesh or body the Turk.
I destroy because for me everything that proceeds from reason is untrustworthy. I believe only in the evidence of what stirs my marrow, not in the evidence of what addresses itself to my reason. I have found levels in the realm of the nerve. I now feel capable of evaluating the evidence. There is for me an evidence in the realm of pure flesh which has nothing to do with the evidence of reason. The eternal conflict between reason and the heart is decided in my very flesh, but in my flesh irrigated by nerves.
Wounds to the pride are remembered long after wounds to the flesh.
I - a philosopher - live in the cage of flesh and blood.
This body is fragile. It is just flesh. Listen to the heartbeat. Life depends on the pumping of a muscle.
Time is a vindictive bandit to steal the beauty of our former selves. We are left with sagging, rippled flesh and burning gums with empty sockets.
Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need
When you have a show that's called Jessica Jones, if Jessica Jones isn't in a scene the rest of it become almost irrelevant until you earn other character storylines. You've got to flesh out those characters enough that you can travel.
The Cross is the approbation of our existence, not in words, but in an act so completely radical that it caused God to become flesh and pierced this flesh to the quick; that, to God, it was worth the death of his incarnate Son.
Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.
But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.
Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.