Stomach Quotes

“There have been times I've felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Some of us can live without a society but not without a family.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Where do you find a stomach on a Thursday afternoon in Reno? "Chinatown?" suggests someone. "Costco?" "Butcher Boys." Tracy pulls his phone from a pocket. "Hello, I'm from the university" - the catchall preamble for unorthodox inquiries.”
― Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal

“She felt livid. They'd all lost so many powers. It was ridiculous to have to communicate by flapping bits of your skin, and as for the tongue... Yuerkkk ...

As far as she knew, in the whole life of the universe, no Auditor had ever experienced the sensation of yuerkkk. This wretched body was full of opportunities for yuerkkk. She could leave it at any time and yet, and yet... part of her didn't want to. There was this horrible desire, second by second, to hang on.

And she felt hungry. And that also made no sense. The stomach was a bag for digesting food. It wasn't supposed to issue commands. The Auditors could survive quite well by exchanging molecules with their surroundings and making use of any local source of energy. That was a fact.

Try telling that to the stomach. She could feel it. It was sitting there, grumbling. She was being harassed by her internal organs. Why the ... why the. . why had they copied internal organs? Yuerkkk.

It was all too much. She wanted to... she wanted to... express herself by shouting some, some, some terrible words...”
― Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

“In united families, they might sleep with half filled stomach but no one sleeps with empty stomach.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“You can take the Indian out of the family, but you cannot take the family out of the Indian.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I let him eat in bed.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“Standing, Rider lifted his arms and stretched. His shirt rode up, baring a sliver of his stomach. My gaze dropped and focused in. His lower stomach was unbelievably taut. Defined.
Nice.
Very nice.
Cheeks flushing, I looked away and caught Hector’s knowing gaze. Crap. I needed to be better about checking out guys. Like incognito style.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Death was right on time. He staggered backward on legs of ether. He could see it – a dark shadowy shape. His stomach turned with terror. What remained of the bridge lighting seemed to be fading away. It was there – not the frightful illusions the others had seen – but the thing itself, unmasking itself to its last victim. Somehow the reality was much more frightening. It advanced on him, the rhythmic click of Death. If he were to start screaming now, he knew he would go irretrievably mad. Instinct had left him cold, frozen.”
― Christina Engela, Demonspawn

“Most people are like all stomachs: they cannot remain satisfied for a long time.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“... where she could hear the creaking sounds of his breathing, the thump of his heart, gurgling and squeals from his stomach.”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

“An empty stomach will teach you lessons a full stomach can’t.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“You bring the Tupperware full of Leftover Meatloaf, and I’ll bring the heckin’ dang. I’ll also bring an empty container (my stomach).”
― Jarod Kintz, Powdered Saxophone Music

“For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner

“Gentlemen,” said Earl Lavender, with perfect complacence, “it becomes you to make a charge of madness against me. I told my friend Lord Brumm a little ago that you have no minds, and I am convinced of it. As you are possibly unaware of the fact, I may as well explain to you how you have arrived at this not altogether unenviable condition. In your youth, I judge from the contour of your heads that you thought and imagined as much as the average young man; but since the strongest convictions you ever entertained were that money makes the mare to go, and that cakes and ale are good, you gradually ceased to think until your minds stopped working altogether, and as your brains grew atrophied your livers increased in power. Now, I suppose, you have digestive apparatuses unmatched in proficiency, while your heads, instead of blossoming like an evergreen in a bowpot, have changed into cinerary urns, containing the ashes of your thought and fancy, and rudely carved with half-intelligible hieroglyphics concerning religion and morality, and copy-book mottoes for the conduct of life. You are perfect types; I recognize that, and would not have you other than you are. I merely wish to let you know that I understand you thoroughly, and to give you the means when you come to die of consoling yourselves with the reflection that you were understood and pardoned by at least one fellow-creature. Most men I have been told die miserable because they think everybody has misunderstood them. Rejoice, therefore, for that lot cannot now be yours.”
― John Davidson

“On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep’s mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His aunt lay on her stomach, her arms bent as if she were swimming to the edge of a lake; his mother lay on her back, her feet (one of which had a scar on it) arranged in the joyous pose of a dancer.”
― Amit Chaudhuri, A Strange and Sublime Address

“The stomach is the seat of all feeling. The heart is the seat of the conscience. The mind is the seat of the ego. Your body is the seat of the soul. “When a man goes out in the night and looks up at the universe, he is observing a mirror of himself. The universe in us is a reflection of the universe we see out our eyes.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“I kept eating until I belched. By this point I’d hit my limit. I’d eaten pretty much three quarters of a cucumber. Surely that’d be enough. I didn’t think I could stomach any more.”
― Luke Edley, Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology

“I wanted to tell you I loved you, but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Every other delight depends on a satiated stomach, if food and drink are excluded from life, living becomes tasteless.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“But the analogy is even stronger and deeper than the image of the “invisi- ble hand” allows us to infer. Didier Deleule has magisterially analyzed the link between Hume and Smith’s thought and the birth of economic liberalism. He opposes the “naturalism” of Hume and Smith to the “providentialism” of the Physiocrats who are direct tributaries, as we have seen, of a theological paradigm. To the idea of an original divine design, comparable to a project developed in the brain, Hume opposes, as we have seen, that of an absolutely immanent prin- ciple of order, which functions instead as a “stomach,” rather than as a brain. “Why,” he makes Philo ask, “can an ordered system not be woven out of a stom- ach rather than a brain”? (Deleule, pp. 259 and 305, note 30). If it is probable that the Smithian image of the invisible hand is to be understood, in this sense, as the action of an immanent principle, our reconstruction of the bipolar machineof the theological oikonomia has shown that there is no conflict between “provi- dentialism” and “naturalism” within it, because the machine functions precisely by correlating a transcendent principle with an immanent order. Just as with the Kingdom and the Government, the intradivine trinity and the economic trinity, so the “brain” and the “stomach” are nothing but two sides of the same apparatus, of the same oikonomia, within which one of the two poles can, at each turn, dominate the other.”
― Giorgio Agamben, The Omnibus Homo Sacer

“Anything eaten just before a bout of stomach bug may be hated for life.”
― Bee Wilson, First Bite: How We Learn to Eat

“After a big meal, more blood goes to the stomach, less to the brain.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“God finds nothing in man to turn His heart, but enough to turn his stomach.”
― Joseph Alleine, A Sure Guide to Heaven

“I can stomach being around him.'

'I'm sure he'd love to hear that thrilling endorsement.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“You'd rather not say. You humans like to think that evil is something outside of you, don't you? But evil is right... Here..." she pointed.

"In my stomach?" Said Jinx

She flickered blue in annoyance. "In your heart".

"That's my stomach.”
― Sage Blackwood, Jinx's Fire

“Ventriloquism was once sacred. Priests spoke from their stomachs, believing they were communing with the unliving, who set up shop there.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Road to Vent Haven

“My stomach churned. The feeling of butterflies fluttered inside made it harder to stay sane.”
― Dina Husseini

“The stomach and brain function in the same manner; they digest food many hours after consumption.”
― Abdul Quayyum Khan Kundi, Thoughts: God, Science, & Human Nature