I’ll wear a maze on a necklace, dangling over my chest, because if you want to get at my heart, you have to be ready to lose yourself.
You can't just build a huge chest and arms. You need to work out your body evenly. Otherwise, A, you'll look weird, and B, it's not the best for your body.
The very best moment of writing 'Swamplandia!' was when I figured out what the ending should be. And even though I changed the prose of it, that realization was an ice cube melting in my chest.
She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.
I try to make my heart beat out of my chest, hard-core, once a day for at least a half hour. I think that's very important.
Grace is God as heart surgeon, cracking open your chest, removing your heart - poisoned as it is with pride and pain - and replacing it with his own.
It's more difficult to write a song about having your heart ripped out of your chest while you're in love. Because it lacks honesty. And the honesty comes through in the music, it really does.
My love songs are very personal and quite weird. They don't really have the big radio hit choruses because basically they're my therapy, stuff I have to get off my chest.
I feel like my figure is a challenge because I'm quite flat chested but I've got a booty so I've got to look for the right things.
I like when a guy has his shirt off and I can see his chest and his abs. When it's all smooth, you can see a lot.
You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.
Maybe love is something we’re meant to say casually and not regard as a prize from a treasure chest that a person earns.
At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.
Juliet Hulme: All the best people have bad chests and bone diseases. It's all frightfully romantic.
Hooper: [points to a scar on chest] Mary Ellen Moffat. She broke my heart. [Hooper, Brody and Quint all laugh]
Suzy: You can touch my chest. I, uh... I think they're gonna grow more.
Calvin: [when Bree coughs after drinking mescal] That'll put hair on your chest. Bree Osbourne: [clasps hands as if praying] Hope not. [laughs]
People love that you're human and that we're frail and we face the same situations. Honesty tends to communicate with people better than standing up there like you have an 'S' on your chest.
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.
Let the wet earth embrace you firmly, soundly. She needs to be revived, she needs to beat like a heart full of adrenaline inside a chest.
I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.
