I'd feel better about myself if I did stomach crunches, but I don't.
She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.
I'm sorry I let everybody down, I'm fighting just to pay my bills. I don't have the stomach for this anymore. . . I don't have the desire for it. I feel bad for the people. . . I wish they could get their money back.
For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.
Success for me is to feel happy - 80 percent of the time. That's been my goal in life. I think that comes from my father. He's a very optimistic, happy person. I'm not quite sure if I'll ever feel this, but I want to know how to be happy. I'm happy when I'm at work. I'm happy when I'm with my family or my dog. But there's always that feeling of, I'm not satisfied. I have that thing in my stomach where I just need to keep striving for things. In my mind, I want the fairy tale.
God designed the stomach to eject what is bad for it, but not the human brain.
A bit of a stomach give a chap a position in society.
You sure you don't need your Prince Charming to come and save you?" The knot in my stomach evaporated. My Prince Charming huh. "Sure, do you have one handy?
A hungry stomach rarely despises common food.
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
"I warn you," the boy went on. "I am a magician of great power. I control many terrifying entities. This being you see before you" - here I rolled my shoulders back and puffed my chest up menacingly - "is but the meanest and least impressive of my slaves. " Here I slumped my shoulders and stuck my stomach out.
Sensible people advise against drinking on an empty stomach, but to my mind it is the best sort of drinking.
When I was small, I would refuse to drink when I ate fish because I thought the fish would reconstitute itself in my stomach
Faith is one foot on the ground, one foot in the air, and a queasy feeling in the stomach.
Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Moscow, holding on to her son, knowing she had failed him, crying for Alexander, wanting another drink, and Harold, in his prison cell, crying for Alexander, and Yuri Stepanov on his stomach in the mud in Finland, crying for Alexander, and Dasha in the truck, on the Ladoga ice, crying for Alexander, and Tatiana on her knees in the Finland marsh, screaming for Alexander, and Anthony, alone with his nightmares, crying for his father.
You should get a glass stomach. That way you won't have to worry about pulling your head out of your ass!
The girls want to see the rips on your stomach - they like that.
Pa gen lape nan tet, si pa gen lape nan vant (there is no peace in the head if there is no peace in the stomach).
The mind is like the stomach. It not how much you put into it, but how much it digests.
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.