95 Quotes About Chest

May I free myself from the ever-pressing chest and enter the garden of imagination by leisurely hiding brain on hill summits.

My head rested against your chest like a love song is the rhythm of your heart... That seems to be a serenade only for me assuring me that we will never be apart.

If I can’t be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can’t be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can’t be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can’t be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts.

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more?Tell me:How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

Lo, gold, lapis lazuli, silver, and turquoise, Carnelian, amethyst, ibht- stone andAre strung on the necks of female slaves. Noblewomen roam the land.Ladies say, “We want to eat!”Lo, noblewomen,Their bodies suffer in rags,Their hearts shrink from greeting [each other].Lo, chests of ebony are smashed.

You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,and if you see a fire from the shore tonightit’s my chains going up in flames.

Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.