Waverleys know where to find the truth, they just can’t stomach it.
As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.
The best thing about switching from being an actor to being a director is that you don't have to shave or hold your stomach in anymore.
Self-delusion is pulling in your stomach when you step on the scales.
A man, who does not commit an evil act either, has no opportunity or the stomach.
I do have an outsider's complex of getting made fun of. I was made fun of as a kid, and I don't have the stomach for it.
A heart can no more be forced to love than a stomach can be forced to digest food by persuasion.
You want to have butterflies in your stomach, because if you don't, if you walk out onstage complacent, that's not a good thing.
A woman doesn't care if she hasn't a stomach, provided she looks as if she hasn't.
I'm not intimidated by anyone. Everyone is made with two arms, two legs, a stomach and a head. Just think about that.
I don't always have the stomach muscles I have, and I get cellulite as well like everyone else.
I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
Cynthia: I can still turn a few heads... Roxanne: ...and a few stomachs!
I like being on my own. I mean, I'm sure a Pack’s best for some dogs, but I've walked alone since I left my Pup Pack. I can look after myself.
I can’t give up my faith in the longpaws. I understand that we can’t rely on the longpaws to help us anymore. But one of us has to remember. One of us has to carry the memories for the rest of the Pack. I’ll do it.
People who make great impact are well remembered due to the empty seats that remain after their death. It takes time to fill the empty seats that are left unoccupied by people who walked great in great footprints.
Sometimes, there no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, ...
Empty pockets full of empty packets of hot sauce remind me of the love I have for her. My heart burns with desire. My mouth also burns.
She got me nothing for my birthday. When I saw the empty box, I said, “Ah, you shouldn’t have!” I love a box full of emptiness.
You could empty the trash and my love for you still wouldn’t fit inside. But just because it won’t fit, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t empty the trash.
Oh, this coming back to an empty house,' Rupert thought, when he had seen her safely up to her door. People - though perhaps it was only women - seemed to make so much of it. As if life itself were not as empty as the house one was coming back to.
