“ Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,Will starve the Members, and distract the Head. ”
- Daniel Defoe- Copy
- 1.6K
“ For I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else. ”
- Samuel Johnson- Copy
- 3.8K
“ I've got little ankles and a bit of a belly, so it makes me look rather an egg on legs. ”
- Johnny Vegas- Copy
- 4K
“ I have a little bit of a belly, a tiny bit of pooch. It's the one thing I don't want to lose. I just like having some softness. If I lose that, then Tom might leave me. ”
- Nicole Kidman- Copy
- 2.2K
“ I am taking belly dancing now. My hips are double-jointed, so I can do it really easily. ”
- Alexa Vega- Copy
- 2.6K
“ I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. ”
- Gustave Flaubert- Copy
- 3.6K
“ The doctor punched my vein,The captain called me Cain, Upon my belly sat the sow of fear. ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
- 3.1K
“ Originally, with all the shows, we went looking for belly laughs. ”
- Norman Lear- Copy
- 2.6K
“ For me, a hearty belly laugh is one of the beautiful sounds in the world. ”
- Bennett Cerf- Copy
- 370
“ In the belly of Leviathan... one can either despair and perish, or be cheerful and persevere. ”
- Dean Koontz- Copy
- 1.5K
“ He who does not mind his belly, will hardly mind anything else. ”
- Samuel Johnson- Copy
- 3.5K
“ Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It's their way of falling. ”
- Andre Gide- Copy
- 3K
“ Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god. ”
- Charles Buck- Copy
- 505
“ A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread. ”
- Georges Bernanos- Copy
- 305
“ There's something sexy about a gut. Not a 400-pound beer gut, but a little paunch. I love that. ”
- Sandra Bullock- Copy
- 2.4K
“ Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown; all's fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps stakes; he's no mower that takes a nap at noon-day, but drives on, fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe corn: he's neither squeamish nor queesy-stomach d, for he swallows without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and thirsts after men's lives, which he gurgles down like mother's milk. ”
- Miguel de Cervantes- Copy
- 84
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