Body Quote by Charles Dickens

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— William Shakespeare

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.

— Joë Bousquet

A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.

— John Dryden

A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity;…

— John Dryden

A Halloween-haired, Sachsgate-enacting, estuary-whining, glitter-lacquered, priapic berk How dare I, from my velvet chaise longue, in my Hollywood home like Kubla Khan, drag my…

— Russell Brand

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

— William Shakespeare

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our…

— William Butler Yeats

“They tended to be stolid, slovenly, heavy, and to my eyes effeminate - not in the sense of delicacy, etc., but in just the…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“Gray, desolate dread descends on me--a cloud of ash blocking the sun. A complete absence of light or warmth. A tangible, mold-scented obscurity. A…

— Jeff Zentner

Emptiness eatting down into my very soul, Silently screaming myself to sleep at night, Anguish exacting its excruciating toll…

— Anonymous

Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So…

— Amy Lowell

An anguish of longing would boil up inside me; a hysterical thirst for contradictions and contrasts would appear, and I would embark on dissipations.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky