Muscle Tonus Quotes

#1. The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself
up off the floor. #Quote by Pleasefindthis

#2. Long long ago down the browning decades, in the light of the old century in Carolina, walked a toddling child, a wary boy, a strong young male of muscle, blood, and brain who saw, who laughed and listened, smelled and touched, ate, drank, and bred, occupying time and space with his getting and spending in the world. What his biographer will strive to recover is a true sense of this human being, with all his particularity and hope and promise, in the hope that the reader might understand who the grown man might have become had he not known too much of privation, rage, and loss. #Quote by Peter Matthiessen

#3. I got kicked out of ballet class because I pulled a groin muscle. It wasn't mine. #Quote by Rita Rudner

#4. Some strip joints called themselves "gentlemen's clubs," and businessmen wore suits and acted above the riffraff. There was no such pretense at the Eager Beaver. This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth. People fought. The bouncers had bigger guts than muscle because muscle was show and these guys would seriously kick your ass. Olivia #Quote by Harlan Coben

#5. Your voice is important - it gives away everything about you. The mouth is a muscle you have to work like you'd work at the gym. #Quote by Jason Clarke

#6. You and Patrick looked awfully cozy," Ryder says, setting Mama's note back on the counter.
So I was right--he had been watching us.
"So?"
"So, nothing." He shrugs. "Just making an observation."
"Yeah, you never just make an observation. Oh, and you and Rosie looked pretty cozy, too. I sure hope you're not leading her on. You know she likes you."
A muscle in his jaw works furiously as he shoves his cell phone back into his pocket. "That's the kind of guy you think I am? Seriously, Jem?"
I swallow hard, unable to reply. Because the truth is, I don't know.
"I'll see you later," he says, his voice cold and clipped. He turns and stalks out.
For some unknown reason, I follow him--down the hall, out the front door. "Don't walk out on me," I holler as he rounds the Durango and opens the driver's-side door. "If you have something to say to me, then say it."
He gets in and slams the car door shut, but I throw it open again. "C'mon," I taunt, motioning with one hand.
I'm totally losing it now--white spots dancing before my eyes, tears streaking down my cheeks. I can barely catch my breath, like I'm about to hyperventilate.
This isn't about Ryder, I realize. It's about Nan. The sudden realization hits me hard. What if I never see her again?
My knees buckle, and I start to go down. Somehow, Ryder manages to catch me just before I hit the ground. "Shit, Jemma! What's the matter with you?" He drags me to my feet and presses me agai #Quote by Kristi Cook

#7. Hmm." Ellie blatantly brushed her off, rolling her eyes and then skewering them into Braden. "Are you coming to dinner this afternoon?"

I watched the muscle in his jaw flex. He definitely wasn't amused by his sister's attitude. "Of course." His eyes travelled back to me. "I'll see you both there."

"Joss can't make it. She has stuff to do."

He frowned at me. "It's just a few hours. Surely you can squeeze us in?"

In response, Vicky pressed closer to Braden. "I'd love to have dinner, Braden."

Braden gave her a somewhat patronizing pat on the hand. "Sorry, sweetheart, it's just family."

Three things happened at once. Ellie choked on her laughter, Vicky reared back like he'd slapped her, and I felt a panic attack coming on. #Quote by Samantha Young

#8. Dylan, in her skintight black jeans, safety-pinned shirt, and bulky armbands, with her hair sticking out in every direction and that black freshly smeared around her eyes, doesn't just smile, doesn't just walk toward Maddy and put her arms around her. No. Instead, every muscle in her whole body seems to lose all tension, her step forward resembles a skip, and she lets out a hey that might as well say, I love you, you are so beautiful, no one in the world is as amazing as you are. #Quote by Nina LaCour

#9. There's something in us that lives just beyond our normality - and I think we've all got a song in us. If only we could master that tiny muscle and make it sound listenable. #Quote by Tamsin Greig

#10. I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please. #Quote by Cheryl Strayed

#11. Never reject an idea because you don't have the money, manpower, muscle, or months to achieve it! #Quote by Syed Ather

#12. Carcharadon carcharias. Six thousand
pounds of muscle powering a hoop
of butcher's knives. The only animal
that ate its weaker siblings in the womb.
Immune from cancer. Constantly awake. #Quote by Mark Haddon

#13. Most of us have just learned to exercise our survival muscle. It's time to build our victory muscle. #Quote by Iyanla Vanzant

#14. He leaned in and kissed her.
The world didn't stop dead on its axis. Nothing fell from the sky. It was a gentle meeting of flesh, not a melding of souls. Yet the taste of her lips was everything he remembered, and more. Without moving a muscle - without batting an eyelash - she managed to take ten years of simmering frustration and dissolve them as if they were nothing more than a spoonful of sugar in a pot of hot water.
He straightened. A series of expressions tripped across her face in rapid succession. He caught shellshock, bemusement, and then a faint trace of…sadness.
Definitely not one-sided.
But not what he'd been looking for, either. #Quote by Paula Altenburg

#15. A tearing agony went through Lillian's right thigh, and she would have stumbled to the ground had it not been for the support of his arm around her back. "Oh, damn it," she said shakily, clutching at her thigh. A twisting spasm in her thigh muscle caused her to groan through her clenched teeth. "Damn, damn - "
"What is it?" St. Vincent asked, swiftly lowering her to the path. "A leg cramp?"
"Yes…" Pale and shaking, Lillian caught at her leg, while her face contorted with agony. "Oh God, it hurts!"
He bent over her, frowning with concern. His quiet voice was threaded with urgency. "Miss Bowman…would it be possible for you to temporarily ignore everything you've heard about my reputation? Just long enough for me to help you?"
Squinting at his face, Lillian saw nothing but an honest desire to relieve her pain, and she nodded.
"Good girl," he murmured, and gathered her writhing body into a half-sitting position. He talked swiftly to distract her, while his hand slipped beneath her skirts with gentle expertise. "It will take just a moment. I hope to God that no one happens along to see this - it looks more than a bit incriminating. And it's doubtful that they would accept the traditional but somewhat overused leg-cramp excuse - "
"I don't care," she gasped. "Just make it go away."
She felt St. Vincent's hand slide lightly up her leg, the warmth of his skin sinking through the thin fabric of her knickers as he searched for the knotting, twi #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#16. The labourer's muscle is that of a cart-horse, his motions lumbering and slow. #Quote by Richard Jefferies

#17. I have played in every toilet but you still want to spoil it to prove I've made a big mistake #Quote by Muse

#18. Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn't be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her. #Quote by Mirella Muffarotto

#19. -I love you, Lenny.
-From the diaphragm.
-What are you talking about?
-You have to say it from the diaphragm. That's a muscle in here. Real deep, not from the throat. I tried to be an actor once and that's the first thing they told me. That's when I quit. I just didn't have that much in my diaphragm. #Quote by Romain Gary

#20. Vaginal tissue does not stretch out with use, no matter how much you use it or how large the penis or toy is that it's used with. For comparison, think of your mouth and how it is stretched and manipulated every day, yet it retains its shape - the same goes for your vagina. But like any muscle, the PC muscles that surround the vaginal canal can get weaker with age and after giving birth. Doing Kegel exercises regularly can help keep the PC muscles from losing their grip and might make your vagina feel "tighter" around a penis if clenched during sex. #Quote by Elle Chase

#21. We live in a world of pomp and muscle, of strutting that glorifies jet thrust and far-flying warheads. It is the same kind of strutting that produced the misery of the days of Caesar, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, and Hitler. In this kind of world it is not easy to recognize that -

"A babe born in a stable of the village of Bethlehem,

"A boy reared as a carpenter of Nazareth,

"A citizen of a conquered and subdued nation,

"A man whose mortal footsteps never went beyond a radius of 150 miles, who never received a school degree, who never spoke from a great pulpit, who never owned a home, who traveled afoot and without purse

"Truly, his coming, ministry, and place in our eyes is as foretold by the ancient prophet Isaiah: 'For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.' (Isa. 9:6.) #Quote by Gordon B. Hinckley

#22. I think blogging is a muscle that most people wear out. #Quote by Warren Ellis

#23. Train children to bear responsibility as you would train them to build muscle. Add what they can handle, then prepare them for more. #Quote by Wes Fesler

#24. How I wish the sight of her didn't fill me with such unease, twisting my insides, tensing every muscle in my body, setting my pulse thrumming. #Quote by Tabitha Suzuma

#25. Any time you can get a muscle car back, it's a good thing. #Quote by Adam Ferrara

#26. But a leader is not a muscle. A leader is a mind. #Quote by Patrick Rothfuss

#27. Ingram did an echocardiogram. Eric was on his back, with a skewed view of the monitor, and wasn't sure whether he was watching a computerized mapping of his heart or a picture of the thing itself. It throbbed forcefully on screen. The image was only a foot away but the heart assumed another context, one of distance and immensity, beating in the blood plum raptures of a galaxy in gormation. What mystery he glimpsed in this functional muscle. He felt the passion of the body, its adaptive drive over geologic time, the poetry and chemistry of its origins in the dust of old exploding stars. How dwarfed he felt by his own heart. #Quote by Don DeLillo

#28. People do really well on space missions, but it's the physiological, the medical stuff, the stuff like radiation, loss of bone mass and muscle mass and density. It's those things that we need to figure out. #Quote by Scott Kelly

#29. If you don't set your writing - teaching - at a level that makes them stretch, they are never going to develop their intellectual muscle. #Quote by M.H. Abrams

#30. Detective, any warm-blooded male with a pulse would have his hand on your glorious ass. May I?"
"Knock yourself out."
His fingertips sketched over that tight sheen of Lycra before cupping a taut globe for a squeeze. "What kind of workout do you do to get that kind of muscle tone?"
She put her face up close to his. "I beat the shit outta guys who grab my ass. #Quote by Nancy Gideon

#31. The women we become after children, she typed, then stopped to adjust the angle of the paper....We change shape, she continued, we buy low-heeled shoes, we cut off our long hair, We begin to carry in our bags half-eaten rusks, a small tractor, a shred of beloved fabric, a plastic doll. We lose muscle tone, sleep, reason, persoective. Our hearts begin to live outside our bodies. They breathe, they eat, they crawl and-look!-they walk, they begin to speak to us. We learn that we must sometimes walk an inch at a time, to stop and examine every stick, every stone, every squashed tin along the way. We get used to not getting where we were going. We learn to darn, perhaps to cook, to patch knees of dungarees. We get used to living with a love that suffuses us, suffocates us, blinds us, controls us. We live, We contemplate our bodies, our stretched skin, those threads of silver around our brows, our strangely enlarged feet. We learn to look less in the mirror. We put our dry-clean-only clothes to the back of the wardrobe. Eventually we throw them away. We school ourselves to stop saying 'shit' and 'damn' and learn to say 'my goodness' and 'heavens above.' We give up smoking, we color our hair, we search the vistas of parks, swimming-pools, libraries, cafes for others of our kind. We know each other by our pushchairs, our sleepless gazes, the beakers we carry. We learn how to cool a fever, ease a cough, the four indicators of meningitis, that one must sometimes push a swing for two ho #Quote by Maggie O'Farrell