Belly And Hip Quotes & Sayings

I don't care very much for miniatures. I don't try to beat my opponents quickly because if they are strong, I think I should respect them. It is too risky to play sharply to beat them in 20 moves. — Bent Larsen

No author dislikes to be edited as much as he dislikes not to be published. — Russell Lynes

Hello ladies. If you form a line after I get my belly full, I will make sure you all get a dose of Chance. I'll knock those wrinkles right out. Mrs. Sellers, I will make sure to do that thing you like so much and always ask me for, since the hip replacement you can really get that leg up around your ears. — Alex Morgan

What pleasure is there in life without beauty?" Dulcie slid a silken blue fold down so her right hip bone showed, and nodded with approval.
"Beauty won't fill your belly or keep you warm."
Dulcie chuckled. "You might be surprised. — Susan Scott

Maybe you'll come to know that every man in every generation is refired. Does a craftsman, even in his old age, lose his hunger to make a perfect cup
thin, strong, translucent?" He held his cup to the light. " All impurities burned out and ready for a glorious flux, and for that
more fire. And then either the slag heap or, perhaps what no one in the world ever quite gives up, perfection." He drained his cup and he said loudly, "Cal, listen to me. Can you think that whatever made us
would stop trying? — John Steinbeck

The most dangerous lie we tell ourselves is that writing novels shouldn't feel like a job. — Kameron Hurley

He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe's belly. — Jill Shalvis

For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them. — Juliet Marillier

When I read a script, I am already in the movie with my music, and I can dive into a world that I haven't seen before. — Volker Bertelmann

My love, suddenly
your hip
is the curve of the wineglass
filled to the brim,
your breast is the cluster,
your hair the light of alcohol,
your nipples, the grapes
your navel pure seal
stamped on your barrel of a belly,
and your love the cascade
of unquenchable wine,
the brightness that falls on my senses,
the earthen splendor of life. — Pablo Neruda