I think, head up and shoulders back. Not only does it make you look taller and thinner but it gives you confidence and boosts your self-esteem.

Your body language can tell a different story from what’s going on inside of you. Hold your head high, shoulders back, and chest out. Others will see confidence, and soon you’ll feel confident too.

Teasle: They found Rambo’s body. As a matter of fact, it stole an army truck. Blew up a gas station the other side of town.
Trautman: The kid is resiliant. Now why don’t you forget what you’re thinking and clear out while you can?

She said ‘Over my dead body!’ so I took her at her word.

I love the way you explore my body using your hands and the way you call me your girl.

I want to kiss every corner of your body to express all love, which I have in my heart.

I really want to kiss you, and not just on the lips.

Sometimes I wake up and all I want is to feel your hands all over my body.

I want you to set my body on fire!

Every inch of your body is so hot. I could stare at you all day, and I still wouldn’t have had enough.

My ideal body weight is yours on mine, you are my dream.

When God created you, He created a dream and wrapped a body around it.

I am not crazy about you because of your thick and muscular frame! I am crazy about you because you are so naughty, lively and smart. I love the way you talk and think situations through. You are truly God sent.

That sweet tailpipe of yours did have me charmed. It put a spell on me, but all the ass magic in Mexico can’t change Kenny Powers from his core beliefs. I’m not an ass man. I’m a tit man. I like big ass boobs—now, and forever. I’m not like a black guy, Vida.

Morning, it touches the nerves quickly as if we were already in the hunter’s sights. The body yawns and stretches in the light. The pilgrimage is about to begin.

Dear, I hope you have rested not only on your body but also on your mind and soul through the night. May you feel spiritually connected and refreshed after waking up today! Good Morning to you!

There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m sure it will stop being scary…when your body…and your heart…get bigger.

Push my back to the wall and do weird things to my body.

I want to kiss every inch of your body. Sometimes be gentle, sometimes be rough.

I want you to discover my body with your tongue.

Morning sexy. I wish I woke up with my body pressed against yours. Maybe tonight?

I wanna feel those sweet lips all over me, and I DO mean ALL over me… one condition… I get to guide you with my hands… I lead… you follow… agreed?

Really wishing that this pillow was your chest to rest my head on. Goodnight babe.

Excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.

I love you when I catch you staring at my body!

Pull off your undies, show me your curves and your edges. I want to be sure when I will start from and where I will end at? I want to savour your banging body and want to see what is making me go crazy about you! I want to love you and your body!

Kiss me in a consuming way because you own all of me.

I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed and bare. To just make you feel and not resist.

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you and I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

My breath made you quiver, can you imagine what you will feel when I kiss you from head to toe?

You’re super hot! But not only your curves, eyes and lips make you so sexy. You exude sensuality the way you walk, the way you talk and the way to think.

All I want is to feel your skin against my skin, your hands on my curves and your teeth on my neck.

I have a crush on your mind and on your heart, but your sexy body is a huge bonus!

Love the way you look at me
I love the way you say that 1 word to me
I love the way you look in to my eye and you see the colour red
I love the way your body goes red hot.

Kissing you is nice, the rest of you is paradise.

Every cell in my body is telling me that you are my happily ever after.

I am in love with your smile, your voice, your body, your laugh, your eyes. But most of all, I am in love with you.

Your mind is just as sexy as your tight little body. I can’t decide what part of your body is more delicious.

I just love feeling your body enjoying everything I do.

Your body is molecular structure your body is a massive energy at a very high speed of vibration.

My heart is all yours. Heck, you can have my a*s too.

Chemistry is you touching my mind and is setting my body on fire.

I have a huge crush on your mind and heart, but your sexy body is a bonus!

All I can think about when we are together is about your body on mine.

Hey, babe, hope you slept well. If I were there with you right now, I’d be kissing you ALL over.

I love how you turned my life into a fairy tale and how you turn each of my day into an extraordinary one just with your kisses all over my body.

When Alaska Young is sitting with her legs crossed in a brittle, periodically green clover patch leaning forward in search of four-leaf clovers, the pale skin of her sizable cleavage clearly visible, it is a plain fact of human physiology that it becomes impossible to join in her clover search.

As he held her by the waist, she leaned forward, her pouty lips parted, her head just slightly tilted, and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn’t.

And it was just the three of us – three bodies and two people – the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

It is not his body which makes a man strong, but his spirit. Nothing on the outside, but only that which comes from within.

I thought at first she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her alot like that, like someone’s meal. What was her – green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs – would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would heat their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere.

“The way young people speak about one another’s bodies says a great deal about our society. In today’s world, boys are much more likely to objectify girls’ bodies than the other way around. Boys will say amongst themselves that so-and-so has a nice rack, while girls will more likely say that a boy is cute, a term that describes both physical and emotional characteristics. This has the effect of turning girls into mere objects, while boys are seen by girls as whole people-”

And then Lara stood up, and in her delicate, innocent accent, cut Dr. William Morse off.

“You’re so hot! I weesh you’d shut up and take off your clothes.”

The students laughed, but all of the teachers turned around and looked at her, stunned silent. She sat down.

“What’s you name, dear?”
“Lara,” she said.
“Now, Lara.” Maxx said, looking down at his paper to remember the line, “what we have here is a very interesting case study – a female objectifying me, a male. It’s so unusual that I can only assume you’re making an attempt at humor.”

Lara stood up again and shouted, “I’m not keeding! Take off your clothes.”

He nervously looked down at the paper, and then looked up at all of us, smiling.

“Well, it is certainly important to subvert the patriarchal paradigm, and I suppose this is a way. All right, then.”

“She has great breasts,” the Colonel said without looking up from the whale.
“DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN’S BODIES!” Alaska shouted.
Now he looked up. “Sorry. Perky breasts.”
“That’s not any better!”

And not just beautiful, but hot, too, with her breasts straining against her tight tank top, her curved legs swinging back and forth beneath the swing, flip-flops dangling from her electric-blue-painted toes. It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls’ bodies ease from one place to another, from arc of the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to waist to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I’d noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance.

I lost almost all the blood in my body in 1957.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

For it was by the Will of God that men were made of a certain bodily shape, were given their natures and their faculties. Whoever destroys His work wages war against God’s Creation and God’s Will.

Little did I know how tough it would be
to drive a huge truck.
A driver has to be stout of mind and gut,
and the driver can never, never give up.

Your body is the instrument of your mind. Start paying attention to what your body is doing, where it’s going, and realize the mind operates on two different levels, on a conscious level and a subconscious level.

Mess with me, I fight back. Mess with my truck and they’ll never find your body.

She said that kindness is something that grows inside of each person’s body, but it’s up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts. That’s why kindness is different for every person.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker,
It becomes dear and not yours – and nobody’s.
Just like a seraph you smile to people
And arrows moan in the slow arteries.

After a sleepless night the arms get weaker
And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe.
Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each
Sudden sound is the whole rainbow.

Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow’s golden
Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked
This brilliant likeness – and from the dark night
Only just one thing – the eyes – are growing dark.

When your body begins to enter and remain in a state of relaxation and rest, it is no longer in a state where it consumes resources but in a state where it can regenerate itself, even without sleep.

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

Hi, I’m Cellulite Sally, look at my huge ba-donkey. Don’t forget about me, I’m Backfat Betty. Now who could have said that? Oh, yeah, it’s Tina the Talking Tummy. I can’t even wear a short skirt and a top without looking like a fat pig.

For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one’s own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.

My body weeps to live
when you make me believe
that someday I will be dead
soul sleepless in graveyard’s bed.

Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It’s very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker,
Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.

I didn’t sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile– and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence.

When I don’t sleep, it’s not that I feel tired so much as assaulted. In the morning after a night of no sleep my eyes are sore and tender and can barely open. My joints ache. There’s a taste in my mouth which isn’t like any other taste, only a feeling, and that feeling is defeat. My skull aches evenly across its hemisphere. […] I go to bed at night, I get beaten up, come downstairs in the morning. Then I go about the day as if things were normal and I hadn’t been beaten up, and everyone else treats me as if I hadn’t been beaten up, and that way I survive, but no more than that. If somebody willed your destruction they could do it this way, by taking away your sleep. Of course, it’s tried and tested.

Even if each inch of my body is pressed tightly against your body, I will still tell you to hold me closer.

Feel the Aliveness within your Body. That anchors You in the Now.

To lose our connection with the body is to become spiritually homeless. Without an anchor, we float aimlessly, battered by the winds and waves of life.

Next to the human spirit the human body is the most marvelous of God’s creations.

I came to the realisation, rather late in the day, that whatever your body’s meant to be, it will figure itself out.

Dirt is a body cover my Jeep carries.

There is one image in my life that consistently makes me happy no matter when I think about it. And that image—that one image is your big tits.

This is me every night dude, just staring at buttholes and getting a buzz on.

If I had to choose, I mean historically, I’ve always considered myself to be a tit man.

It’s no mystery that ass has always been tits’ greatest enemy. It’s almost like a Muslim-Jewish thing, but with tits and ass.

Oh, you think that’s funny? How ’bout I show you my balls right now and you can tell me if they shrunk, huh? No, for your information, I have full-size balls. Next question.