Chest Quotes

“You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.”
― Jamie Weise

“Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she’s borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we’d be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.”
― Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

“I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.”
― Hollywood Undead

“Whether anybody comes to convince me or not
a part of my life does always ache
arresting my chest.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

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

“Whether anybody comes to convince me or not, a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Fucking bastard, I'll stab you in the chest with this pencil.”
― Koushun Takami, Battle Royale

“I was mistaken
when I said you
live in my heart.
How absurd I was
when you live in my
fingertips so that everything
I touch is you. How foolish
I was when you live in my toes
so that everywhere I go there's you.
How senseless of me to say
you live in my heart
when you breathe in my lungs,
walk on my mind, and
drink in my mouth. I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud,
but I walked numbly through the park, round and round,
40 times for 4 hours
just wanting to make it through the day.

There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through
and the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories,
but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk
tick tick tick
me not making a sound
and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind,
but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.
This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways
but you can not let it.

I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use.
the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness,
thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire
and I don't want to hurt myself anymore.
I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all.
And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.
It will always be spring again.
And there will always be a new day.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“Everything I have become,
everything I will ever accomplish
cannot compare to my most
impressive feat:
I have loved you
fiercely
and
assiduously
with the very marrow
inside my bones. So that when I die,
they can crack them to find
you there. So that when I die,
they can open me up
and see your name tattooed
on the wall of my heart.
So that when I die,
my epitaph will neither
commemorate
who I was
nor what I did,
but will read:
“She loved.
And loved. And
loved.”
And so,
I smile now,
because
that is no
small thing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I will miss
my chest exploding
you coming home late
not turning on the light
always waking me up

I will miss
the sudden burst of safety
when you look at me
or hold my hand
or say something like
”let’s go home”

I will miss
the years I lost
on something or someone.
The pieces didn’t fit, shaped wrong
the timing slightly off.

I loved you like I always will.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“This is an ode to life.
The anthem of the world.
For as there are billions
of different stars that
make up the sky
so, too, are there billions
of different humans that
make up the Earth.
Some shine brighter
but all are made of
the same cosmic dust.
O the joy of being
in life with all these people!
I speak of differences
because they are there.
Like the different organs
that make up our bodies.
Earth, itself, is one large body.
Listen to how it howls
when one human is
in misery.
When one kills another, the
Earth feels the pang in its
chest. When one orgasms,
the Earth craves a cigarette.
Look carefully,
these animals are
beauty spots that make the
Earth’s face lovelier
and more loveable.
These oceans are the Earth’s
limpid eyes. These trees, its hair.
This is an ode to life.
The anthem of the world.
I will no longer speak of
differences, for the similarities
are larger.
Look even closer. There may be
distances between our limbs but
there are no spaces between
our hearts. We long to be one.
We long to be in nature and
to run wild with its wildlife.
Let us celebrate life and living,
for it is sacrilegious
to be ungrateful.
Let us play and be playful,
for it is sacrilegious
to be serious.
Let us celebrate imperfections
and make existence
proud of us, for tomorrow is
death, and this is an ode to life.
The anthem of the world.”
― Kamand Kojouri

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

“A good lawyer, just like a good poker player, must always keep his cards close to his chest.”
― Mallika Nawal, I'm a Woman & I'm on SALE

“I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest.”
― Akshay Vasu

“I couldn’t help grinning at the sight of her. Megan, in turn, raised a nine-millimeter square at my chest.
Well, that was familiar, at least.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

“Some men’s chests are more buttlike than some women’s butts.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Wake up.
If your eyes are sleeping
then wipe them gently.
You need to be awake for this.
It is a matter of life and death.

Wake up!
If your mind is sleeping
then shake it quickly.
You need to be awake for this.
It is a matter of life and death.

Wake up, I said!
If your heart is sleeping
then beat your chest!
You need to be awake for life!
You need to be awake for love!
It is a matter of living and being alive.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“There are two kinds of people in this world: ones that stab you in the chest, and ones that stab you in the back.”
― Kristen Simmons, Pacifica

“The fog is a chest, a magical chest! What wonders are hidden in it, the only way to see them is to dive into the fog!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“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.”
― Nyki Mack

“I'm a man who wears sadness like his favorite black suit and who loves everything as his heart would come out of his chest.”
― Nitya Prakash

“Lo, gold, lapis lazuli, silver, and turquoise, Carnelian, amethyst, ibht- stone and
Are 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.”
― Miriam Lichtheim, Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms

“After routinely being awakened during the night with chest pains, I was diagnosed with Nocturnal Angina and prescribed nitroglycerin.”
― Steven Magee

“In the thicket of dark hair on his chest, her fingers entwine with Fiona’s, and a softly exhaled sigh of contentment escapes her blonde-haired lover’s lips. The symmetry of them at each side of him is imperfect, but then this is true in much of nature. Not everything is as true as a butterflies wing. She pushes her nose into his hair and basks in his scent. Nature, symmetrical or otherwise, also abhors a vacuum. It is Fiona who breaks the silence, perhaps unsurprisingly.
‘I’ve been thinking about your book.’ She murmurs, her fingers forming triangle shapes with Jutta’s beneath the cover, breaking and reforming them again in unseen silence. A game without a word between them, a twinned tickle above John’s steady heart.”
― A. N. Onatopp

“What would Ramón look like shirtless? His body had been so firm against hers... Would his abs be chiseled into a six-pack? His chest warm and kissed golden-brown from our ancestors? She bet he had a sexy happy trail that led down to his---”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Your mind is a wealth-carrier – a chest filled with hidden treasures.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Your chest is as big as mine,' she muttered.

'That's the least sexy thing anyone has ever said to me,' ...”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Sky and Breath