#body

What are we blaming? Is this Vietnam? We made a movie, it didn't make much money. I'm gonna be really happy if somebody watches it in 10 years' time and really enjoys it. ↗

— Kevin Costner

#enjoys #gonna #happy #i #made

Now I'm fighting cancer, everybody knows that. People ask me all the time about how you go through your life and how's your day, and nothing is changed for me. ↗

— Jim Valvano

#ask #cancer #changed #day #everybody

I take care of my voice; I'm working out the way I would do my body, so that stays in shape. ↗

— David Coverdale

#care #i #out #shape #stays

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough. ↗

— Noel Coward

#certainly #deal #enough #good #good deal

Not everybody is perfect, and I don't think we should be looking for perfect people. ↗

— Simon Cowell

#i #looking #people #perfect #perfect people

I'm trying to stop focusing on my flaws and appreciate what I love about my body. ↗

— Emily VanCamp

#appreciate #body #flaws #focusing #i

I'm at peace with myself and where I am. In the past, I was always looking to see how everybody else was doing. I wasn't competitive, I was comparative. I just wanted to be where everybody else was. Now I've gotten to an age when I am not comparing anymore. ↗

— Courteney Cox

#always #am #anymore #comparative #comparing

I think differently, I think it's about reaching everybody on every different plane and every different level, and if I could remix the song and do a dance remix, that's great. If I could do a classical version, that'll be great too. It's all just about expression. ↗

— Deborah Cox

#classical #could #dance #different #different level

Oddly enough, I think that everybody can relate to revenge, on some level. Everyone has wanted to exact it, at some point, and everybody has tampered with the idea, even if they didn't actually go through with it. ↗

— Emily VanCamp

#enough #even #everybody #everyone #exact

They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#men #women #dreams