Body Parts Quotes

“Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls to each other.”
― Suman Pokhrel, मलाई जिन्दगी नै दुख्दछ [Malai Zindagi Nai Dukhdachha]

“A piercing screech from above caught my attention. However, it was the arm landing beside me with teeth marks that let me know what was going on.
“Can you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?”
- Faith, Witch Devotions”
― Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

“One of the guiding principles of dryadology,” I said, “is this: do not cross the sort of Folk who make collections of human body parts.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The parts of our bodies we share with another person are called ‘private,’ while the ones we keep entirely to ourselves remain unlabeled; perhaps those are the truly private parts, and the so-called ‘private parts’ should instead be called ‘sharable parts’; English, it seems, delights in contradiction.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Bourbon, Kentucky bourbon especially, is like Dante’s Inferno in a glass, fire walks down your throat, lungs, and heart and everything in between with an unpleasant after-taste. We got along just fine.”
― Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“I could write an epic poem about your thighs.”

“That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn’t like that.”

“I wouldn’t either.” She pressed her cheek to his belly. “I can’t think of a word to rhyme with marble column.”
― Christina Dodd, My Favorite Bride

“My kids understand what I’m doing. They’re totally saturated in it. My daughter, she’s eleven. A little while ago, she said to me, ‘Dad, I don’t care if you become a robot, but you have to keep your face. I don’t want you to replace your face.’ Personally, I don’t have any sentimental attachment to my face, any more than I have a sentimental attachment to any other part of my body. I could look like the Mars Rover for all I give a shit. But she’s pretty attached to my face, I guess.”
― Tim Cannon

“Stick creatures, enormous and terrible, huge spiders made of brambles and branches. Monstrous things with gaping mouths, their bodies of burned and blackened bark, their teeth of stone and ice. Mortal body parts visibly part of them, as though someone took apart people like they were dolls and glued them back together in awful shapes.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“You have beautiful eyes, he said all of a sudden.

I hated compliments like that, compliments that carved out one particular part of your body and put it on a platter for viewing. It always took a while for me to reabsorb that body part afterward, to add it back to the whole. The best kind of compliment to give me was something vague, plausible. You’re all right. Or, Don’t worry, it gets better.”
― Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories

“This is my favorite part of you, your eyelashes when the light hits them like that. This is my favorite part of you, right where your ear meets your jawline. No, this is my favorite part, the little crease under the tip of your nose.



Well, I only like the tip of your nose. If you didn’t have such a great nose-tip, it would be over between us.”
― Eleanor Davis, The Hard Tomorrow

“This is my favorite part of you, your eyelashes when the light hits them like that. This is my favorite part of you, right where your ear meets your jawline. No, this is my favorite part, the little crease under the tip of your nose.

Well, I only like the tip of your nose. If you didn’t have such a great nose-tip, it would be over between us.”
― Eleanor Davis, The Hard Tomorrow

“And then there was the delicate issue of what to do with one’s bottom while one was walking. Some people thought that one could just leave one’s bottom to follow one when one was walking. Not so. A mere glance at any glamorous girl would show that the bottom had to be more involved.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, In the Company of Cheerful Ladies

“Be careful. You might find more than you bargained for in my larder, little goat.'

I open the door of the fridge. The remains of the Folk she's killed greet me. She's collected arms and heads, preserved somehow, baked and broiled and put away just like leftovers after a big holiday dinner.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing