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coltish-looking,
Strong and healthy is the new sexy.
Skinny foodie, get away from me.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
I'm not fat. I'm fluffy!
So to me, fat just seems to be right to the point and the most descriptive way to say it.
abysmally beshitted.
Brandi is mean skinny, that kind that doesn't come naturally and makes her face look all hallow and scary.
Their skin hung loose over their bodies like suits they had inherited from larger ancestors, with the trousers ridiculously baggy.
I'd assumed he'd be old and burly with a side order of crotchety.
You do know when people say 'chic,' they mean thin.
Tall and skinny, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, as if [they] were made of drinking straws instead of flesh and bone.
I'd much rather be known as some curvy Kate than as some skinny stick.
And strong-looking. Like the kind of guy you feel standing next to you before you actually see him, because he's blocking so much ambient light.
My baby she's a long and lean, you mess with her you see a man get mean.
Lany couldn't resist his appearance and stared at him from head to toe.
His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We
smooth, some lean, some stout, and all of them had ample muscles
Yup, definitely lumpy.
I'm fat! There's nothing else to call it.
He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.
who weighs about twelve stone.
Round still, but that's fine.
Feeling good outside and in.
Maybe I'm not thin,
but skinny isn't perfect.
The perfect size is happy.
LaHill was a dark, burly fellow whose hair curled out of his clothes wherever it could.
Had pale scanty hair and an earthy skin;
Lumpy and lazy; I aspired to lethargy. In the second year of university, I missed half my classes just because I couldn't pull myself out of bed.
Oh my god, I am so awesome!" Leo bellowed.
"So awesome!" Echo yelled back.
"He is funny," a nymph ventured.
"And cute, in a scrawny way," another said.
"Scrawny?" Leo asked. "Baby I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.
When you have a beanpole body, everything looks cute. Like Alexa Chung. I like her style, but she's really tall and skinny, so everything looks good on her.
I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.
The phone rang. Joan Rochester leaped to her feet, but Dominick signaled her to sit with a wave of his hand. He wiped his face as though it were a windshield and rose from his seat. Dominick was a thick man. Not fat. Thick. Thick neck, thick shoulders, thick chest, thick arms and thighs. The
A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it.
There's 5 levels of fatness! Fluffy is one of the levels. There's big, healthy, husky, fluffy and damn.
she had that kind of matronly plumpness that comes with age, pasta, and a comfortable life.
At the present time he was a man of perhaps forty-five years of age, short and heavy-set, with a bullet-shaped head that rested on broad, ape-like shoulders. His thick torso and bulging paunch were supported by a pair of spindly legs that contrasted oddly with the upper portions of his beefy body.
tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered,
But even though Ruth's only a hair thinner than I am, she's way on the other side of the fat girl spectrum, looking at me from the safe, slightly smug distance of her own control and conviction.
She was not curvy or big-boned; she was fat, it was the only word that felt true. And she had ignored, too, the cement in her soul.
A fat man is never so happy as when he is describing himself as robust.
He liked to think of himself as fighting trim. At this point though, he was more like pacifist fat. Or at least he felt that way, stuffed to the gills.
Annoyingly attractive
Oh my god you're thicker than you look
I enjoyed playing around with that guy, and it was a pleasure every three, four years, coming back seeing how the wardrobe is. Is he heavy? Is he thin? I had fun.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
You've always
been skinny,
always will.
I can feel
each
reclusive
bone
poke through,
the bones of
Embarrassment,
Anger,
Relief.
I push some back in,
but leave
Anger
sticking out.
I'm more a 1950s hourglass shape.
I was always a mean and lean athlete - not tall - not large.
She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid.
Jake had blond hair with a slight curl, smooth skin pulled loose across a square jaw, and the perfect amount of baby fat left on his 19-year old face to soften the cheeks beneath his kind green eyes.
I'm in shape. Round is a shape.
chubby face was hidden underneath a thick beard. His gut stuck out just a little bit over his waist but that didn't stop him from wearing these tight polo shirts and a pair of slacks every night. Maybe he thought it added a little class to the place. But people weren't here
As you watch the Gary Condit interview, three words come to mind: stiff, unbending and impenetrable. And that's just his hair.
I'd rather go with something eccentric
but beautifully eccentric.
Stiff. That's why you're strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton
She was skinny, like a salted anchovy, she gave off an odor of wildness, she had a long face, narrow at the temples, framed by two bands of smooth black hair. But
I'm light and airy.
Hocking was slender in the way that writers and musicians are sometimes slender: not out of any desire or design but rather because his days were spent being consumed rather than consuming.
Let me have men about me that are fat ... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like multiple growth hormones. That's, like, the type that I'm attracted to.
I'm built like my dad. Stocky, strong.
Out, beefy. The women folk have work to do."
Bish laughed and pointed to himself. "I'm beefy, I suppose."
"Well, no one else in this room has his arms stuffed into his sleeves like sausage casings, now do they?
I'm kind of fat.
His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.
Tiny, but fierce!
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Although he's slight, he has that wiry strength that seems to come more from will than muscle.
I like my women soft and round. His blue gaze burned into hers. I don't lie, Becca. I love your body, every single curve, every dimple, every scar.
Nobody's too fat - they're just too short.
ISSERLEY ALWAYS DROVE straight past a hitch-hiker when she first saw him, to give herself time to size him up. She was looking for big muscles: a hunk on legs. Puny, scrawny specimens were no use to her.
I was so skinny, they gave me the nickname stechetto - the stick. I was tall, thin, ugly and dark like an Arab girl. I looked strange. All eyes. No flesh on my bones.
I'm in shape...Round's a shape.
look almost as swanky as my little brother.
Lean the way I lean. Don't fight me.
Quite definitely a Bingley
She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside
Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock
O woman shapely as a swan.
I've got the strangest build. It's big in the hips, small in the waist and I've got these enormous ... shoulders.
When I'm sitting in a casting room in Paris, I'm not the thinnest model. Sometimes I'm not the most flat-chested, either.
Tyrion Lannister was bundled in furs so thickly he looked like a very small bear
While some guys get too bulky with muscles and others too ropey, Gray is like my own personal Goldilocks story come to life because he is just right, lean yet strong, cut yet smooth.
She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.
Above him loomed a grotesque fat man [ ... ] His bedrobe was large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion, but its loosely knotted belt had come undone, exposing a huge white belly and a pair of heavy breasts that sagged like sacks of suet covered with coarse yellow hair.
They used to call me Cam-bones because I was so skinny.
He was a broad-shouldered beast.
A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.
I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid.
Not that it was Twiggy's fault, but the ubiquity of her image created a sense in young women that to be stylish meant to be skinny, flat-chested with an ingenue face and straight hair.
My idol was Marilyn Monroe, who was a size 16, I think, and curvy in all the right places. I will never be stick thin. I remember a shoot where I had to get into these tiny hot pants, and I thought, 'God, I wish I hadn't eaten.'
The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White's elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages late into the night.
I'm known for my big hair and curls.
You're damned if you're too thin and you're damned if you're too heavy. According to the press I've been both. Its impossible to satisfy everyone and I suggest we stop trying.
Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he'd never heard of Adolf Hitler.
There is a "yoga body" aesthetic, which is long and sinewy. I am curvy. I get praised on a regular basis, with people telling me, "Wow, you're so brave," simply for showing my curvy body. Being brave is going to war; being curvy is not brave. We need to be careful with how we use our words.
Perfectly coiffed, every seam pressed, and just the right break of the trousers over his freshly polished wingtips. But it's the tilt of his head and the purpose in his stride that makes him look like he belongs.
If you want someone who's big-boned and you like that, ain't nothing wrong with having a little extra meat on there. If you like them thin-boned, then that's okay, too.
She stood in one smooth motion, surprisingly pale where the sun not touch her, slender and hard-muscled, yet with roundnesses and softnesses that haunted his dreams.
I'm cool. I don't need to be skinny. I like to be strong.
A tall, dark, cold eyed, warm lipped, firm chinned, young man of thirty
Enormous? Did you just call me fat?
I am very strong & robust & not of the delicate sex nor of the fair but of the deficent in look ...