“I love chicken fingers, I love French fries. I love desserts. I'm not just into dessert or just into savoury food. I love it all. I'm a pig. I love food. So it takes a lot of discipline to eat healthy.” DisciplineHealthyFingersChickensPigsDessertFriesFood LoveFrench FriesI Love FoodFrench Love Author:Holly Madison
“If [Sean] doesn't see me a few days or if I'm really, really busy, and I just sort of get a glimpse of him, or if I'm feeling depressed without him even seeing me, he sort of picks up on it. And he starts getting that way. So I can no longer afford to have artistic depressions. If I start wallowing in a depression, he'll start coming down with stuff, so I'm sort of obligated to keep up. And sometimes I can't, because something will make me depressed and sure as hell he'll get a cold or trap his finger in a door or something, and so now I have sort of more reason to stay healthy or bright.” IfsWayI CanSometimesReasonFeelingsStuffHellSeeingDoorsColdHealthyPicksParentingFingersBusyArtisticTrapsGlimpseSeanWallowingFeeling DepressedReason To Stay Author:John Lennon
“My fingers curl through the holes in the wicker, through the wet grass beneath it, trying to hold tight to the sharp blades of the present. Somewhere in my brain a sinkhole is bubbling over, and each bubble contains a scene from a tiny sunken world ... I have never been the prophet of my own past before. It makes me wonder how the healthy dreamers can bear to sleep at all, if sleep means that you have to peer into that sinkhole by yourself. ... I had almost forgotten this occipital sorrow, the way you are so alone with the things you see in dreams.” IfsWorldWayTryingMeanDreamPastMy OwnSleepBrainWonderBearsSorrowHealthySceneFingersForgottenTinyHolesGrassProphetDreamerBubblesWetPeersBladesCurlsSinkholes Author:Karen Russell
“I think I look very healthy. You've already seen what I've eaten, so I couldn't be anorexic, and I wouldn't throw up if you paid me $1,000, so I'm not bulimic. Okay, for $1,000 I would stick my finger down my throat, but throwing up is the worst thing in the world.” IfsThinkingWorldLooksWorstHealthyOkayPaidSticksFingersThroatThrowingWorst ThingsAnorexicsThrowing Up Author:Courteney Cox
“From watching my own mind deteriorate circuit by circuit, I learned that every ability I have, from wiggling my finger to creating language, is dependent on a group of cells inside of my brain functioning in a healthy, happy way. I realized in order to get well I had to make the cells that performed those functions well again. It gave me an entirely different way to look at myself as an individual and at all of us as people.” PeopleWayMindWellsLooksDifferentOrderIndividualLanguageMy OwnAbilityBrainGroupsHealthyCreatingFunctionFingersI RealizedCellsDifferent WaysDependentCircuitsGet WellHealthy HappyWiggling Author:Jill Bolte Taylor
“I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?” WellsMightEyeCoursesIndividualConsciousnessClearCuttingHealthyConsciousFingersIndividualityTeethSicknessIrritated Book:We Source: We
“With a secret smile, not unlike that of a healthy child,he walked along, peacefully, quietly. He wore his gown and walked along exactly like the other monks, but his face and his step, his peaceful downward glance, his peaceful downward-hanging hand, and every finger of his hand spoke of peace, spoke of completeness, sought nothing, imitated nothing, reflected a continuous quiet, an unfading light, an invulnerable peace.” ChildrenHandsLightFacesPeaceSecretStepsHealthyQuietFingersPeacefulSpokesGlancesMonkGownsCompletenessHealthy ChildrenSecret Smile Book:Siddhartha: An Indian Tale Source: Siddhartha: An Indian Tale