“We ourselves, though we're guilty of every sin, are not just a work of God: we're image. Yet we have cut ourselves off from our Creator in both soul and body. Did we get eyes to serve lust, the tongue to speak evil, ears to hear evil, a throat for gluttony, a stomach to be gluttony's ally, hands to do violence, genitals for unchaste excesses, feet for an erring life? Was the soul put in the body to think up traps, fraud, and injustice? I don't think so.” ThinkingSoulBodyHandsEyeEvilSpeakSinCuttingViolenceFeetEarsInjusticeCreatorTongueLustGuiltyThroatStomachAlliesFraudExcessTrapsGluttonySoul And BodyErring Author:Tertullian
“I have seen Christians in Communist prisons with fifty pounds of chains on their feet, tortured with red-hot iron pokers, in whose throats spoonfuls of salt had been forced, being kept afterward without water, starving, whipped, suffering from cold - and praying with fervor for the Communists. This is humanly inexplicable! It is the love of Christ, which was poured out in our hearts.” HeartChristianSufferingChristWaterFeetColdPrayingRedHotPrisonChainsFiftyPoundsIronCommunistThroatSaltStarvingInexplicableFervorRed Hot Author:Richard Wurmbrand
“There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability to feel pain. The painless ones go around putting their hands on hot stoves, freezing their feet to the point of gangrene, scalding the lining of their throats with boiling coffee, because there is no warning anguish. Evolution does not favour them. So too perhaps with the fearless women, because there aren't very many of them around. ... Providence appears to protect such women, maybe out of astonishment.” PeopleFeelsDoeHandsSeemsPainFearBornAbilityFeetEvolutionProtectHotCoffeeFearlessThroatWarningProvidenceAnguishFavourAstonishmentFreezingBoilingStovesPainless Book:Bluebeard's Egg Source: Bluebeard's Egg
“My voice is my instrument. ... It is not in the throat, from where it appears to come. It is in my feet and how they touch the floor, in my legs and how they lift and sink with the rhythm of the song. It is in my hips and belly and lower back.” SongVoiceFeetSingingInstrumentsLegsRhythmHipsLiftsThroatBelly Book:Fire in the Rain- Singer in the Storm: An Autobiography Source: Fire in the Rain- Singer in the Storm: An Autobiography
“I reeled my head back, and with violent, uncontrollable contortions, I launched a spray of yellow, soupy duckfoot vomit into the air ... I (didn't see) where my regurgitated lunch had ended up after it'd been blasted from my throat. I booked it out of the now-befouled Chang'an Theater as fast as possible. (My guide) found me fifteen minutes later trying to look as casual as it is possible for a six-foot-two curly-haired white guy to look in a Beijing theater.” TryingLooksTwoGuyFoundWhiteAirFeetMinutesSixTheaterGuidesViolentThroatLunchYellowFifteenCasualSprayUncontrollableBeijingWhite Guys Author:Steve Hely