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It is therefore indisputable that the limbs of architecture are derived from the limbs of man.
Isn't a tangle of limbs a glorious thing to behold? Don't you wish to be in a tangle of limbs?
they have to remove part of her leg."
"which part, upper or lower?
Blood, sweat and fingers.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
The whole of a human being is merely a vertebra.
so full of himself he could have shit limbs.
The legs are the wheels of creativity.
As you can see, I've got legs. I can also assure you that I know how to use them. Any questions?
Our extremities are God's opportunities.
It's nothing personal, but anyone who engages me must inevitably experience amputation.
Wrong arm, dear.
I jounced the limb.
What did my arms do before they held you?
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
None though as bowed, small-boned, as my own peasant legs, which in their backward sway and inward turn, shaped by years of adherence to hostile terrains, possess a history of staying put.
I do not know whether the casual readers of novels is acquainted with an anatomical curiosity known as the femoral artery; without too much medical meandering, although you might suppose that cutting a man's throat would be the fastest way to slaughter him, a good jab to the thigh will do.
You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.
The athletic fool, to whom what heaven denied of soul, is well compensated in limbs.
But the longing was the phantom ache of an amputated limb. It was part of her, and most of the time she didn't notice. But certain moments were like reaching for something with a hand that wasn't there.
What use legs if not to take you down the road? What use eyes if not to see what lay beyond the horizon? What use hands if not to open doors?
DISARM ALL RAPISTS
But what will we do
With their legs?
Anomalocaridids seemed to lack front limbs, being an arthropod - being a joint-legged animal - and not having legs, it's kind of embarrassing.
Blood, fat, marrow, grease, sinew, muscle, guts, hide, fur, sleep
They may twitch in their dreams when they sleep
but they sleep deep
Feet, what do I need them for
If I have wings to fly.
He looked down at his hands - resting on his knees - flexing the fingers, the veins and sinews standing out clearly amidst the scars. Killer's hands, I thought, knowing they could choke the life from me in a few seconds.
My legs are actually my favorite feature.
With arms shrunken to little more than bone and yellowed skin, the castaways waved and shouted,
If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.
feet, what do i need you for if i have wings to fly?
My toe as a lethal weapon!
If I ever saw an amputee getting hanged, I'd probably just start calling out letters.
O Lazy bones! Dostrong>ststrong> thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'strong>ststrong> use them?
The next morning, the earth was strewn with debris from the windstorm the night before. An audience of trees looked down on severed limbs cast about the ground, their hunched and beaten postures reminding me of a congregation of amputees gathered in the wake of a war.
The wheel ... is an extension of the foot.
The book ... is an extension of the eye ...
Clothing, an extension of the skin ...
Electric circuitry, an extension of the central nervous system.
Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.
As the saw teeth caught on the bone, she had performed a second surgery, one less bloody but no less brutal, excising from his heart the impulse to run, to cower, to let the man bleed to death rather than face the horror of saving him. The amputation had left both patients lighter. p 121-122
We pray with our hands and often communicate with them. We use them to eat, work, and make love. We employ them as marvelously sophisticated instruments of flexibility and strength, and when they are damaged, we anguish.
This will be a new amputation. You've been a part of my flesh, underneath all my skin. Your removal will bleed and leave me lame for a time.
A man came round in hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, "Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know you can't, I had to amputate your arms"
Irritation. The right lower limb was visible through a fresh cut in the plastic.
The guts carry the feet, not the feet the guts.
But who knows why a man, though suffering, clings, above all the other well members, to the arm or leg which he knows must come off?
My 'third leg' is longer than my two other legs and that's why I wear such big baggy pants.
You can always tell you're in trouble when the good option involves a prosthetic leg.
Some people think their fingers are toes or claws, but they're actually finger bones.
The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is taken. All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of its limbs and senses.
In an athlete, it is not the legs that go first
If the sword of oppression be permitted to lop off one limb without opposition, reiterated strokes will soon dismember the whole body.
A man can feel pain in an amputated arm (an arm that is not there). A man can also feel anxious when he thinks about how his soul will burn in the fire of hell when he is threatened by it though he cannot see it physically
Brains. Hearts. Lungs. Eyes. All pickled in some kind of home-brewed formaldehyde,
I really forget that I have no arms or legs sometimes.
In the 1920's it was legs. My God, women hadn't shown their legs for 2000 years.
The combination of both legs leads to social harmony and material abundance.
Art in its widest sense is the extension of the personality: a host of artificial limbs.
The skin was not skin at all, but bone. Ectoskeleton.
My body is my only tool, and spreading my legs open is my superpower.
I realised that I had a choice to either feel angry about not having arms and legs, or thankful for having my family, friends and my little foot.
How often we must remember the art of the surgeon, which, in replacing the broken bone, contents itself with releasing the parts from false position; they fly into place by the action of the muscles. On this art of nature all our arts rely.
The human body is the only machine for which there are no spare parts.
Puny human body, my ass!
His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.
Hey - with your metal leg and half a brain, and my four leftover senses, we almost make a whole person.
Riven and torn with cannon-shot, the trunks of the trees protruded bunches of splinters like hands, the fingers above the wound interlacing with those below.
It's all in the mind or it's all in the head. Surrounded by bone, it's nothing but muscle.
There's a few tired limbs in the blue legs.
There should be a left leg and a right leg. And I'll be in between
Right leg gone? Her right leg? She couldn't see anything except the man hanging over and a gold-coloured ceiling, high, high above. "This is a hospital?" she asked.
"No, no. A dating centre.
The finger cut, to save the hand.
The parts of the body are the closest and most immediate things in our physical environment, and are thus most deeply imprinted in our cognition, so it is no wonder that body-parts are the sources of terms for all kinds of more abstract concepts in so many languages.
in coat, heart, body, and brain;
A finger had to be cut, to save the hand.
Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Well, I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
All I know is, if we don't eat soon I'm going to chew off a limb. And I can't guarentee it'll be mine.
I have the backbone of an eel.
Hello, sex on legs
He has a head, two arms, two legs, just as I.
He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur.
"I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head."
He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.
The legs feed the wolf, gentlemen,
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
Contrary to popular belief, it's not the legs that go first; it's remembering the word for legs.
Lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely
It occurred to me that the movement of the amputated knob perfectly schematized what it would look like for someone to try to turn somersaults with one hand nailed to the floor. This was how I first became interested in the possibilities of annulation.
Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.
I can write with absolutely perfect penmanship with my feet. If I broke both my arms, I could still write a girl a love letter using just my toes.
Four legs good, two legs bad.
Familiarize yourself with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them.
The short, fat fingers moved like dancing sausages across the strings;
There is a place where cerebral an corporeal meet: they call it rowing
This is where the whole ape-descended thing reveals its worth, I thought madly. Sucks to be you, quadruped. Opposable thumbs - don't leave home without them.
Once again Love, that loosener of limbs,
bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,
seizes me.
Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.
The weakest arm is strong enough that strikes with the sword of justice.
I'm afraid they've left their legs at home.
My feet is my only carriage.
Normally, we are happy to find a fragment of jaw, a few isolated teeth, a bit of an arm, a bit of a skull. But to find associated body parts is extremely rare.
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of man's limbs and senses.
Our lives, and sometimes deaths, are stories written in bone.