Our own body is in the world as the heart is in the organism: it keeps the visible spectacle constantly alive, it breathes life into it and sustains it inwardly, and with it forms a system.

We know not through our intellect but through our experience.

We should be sensitive to the thread of silence from which the tissue of speech is woven.

We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.

To understand is to experience harmony between what we aim at and what is given, between the intention and the performance - and the body is our anchorage in the world.

Because we are in the world, we are condemned to meaning, and we cannot do or say anything without its acquiring a name in history.

The body is our general medium for having a world.

I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine.

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

I am not in front of my body, I am in it or rather I am it... If we can still speak of interpretation in relation to the perception of one's own body, we shall have to say that it interprets itself.

God didn’t give fear a body. God gave love a body.

Life is a dance. Mindfulness is witnessing that dance.

If Life worked on auto mode then manual mode for photography would have never existed.

The chance of failure is almost always better than the guarantee of never knowing.

We have to all shoulder the responsibility for keeping the planet habitable, or we're going to suffer the consequences - together.

Climate change: Don't undermine the science just because you don't like the economics

Trollope wrote so many novels and other works that they tend to crowd each other out.

I was like most teenagers. I wanted to look more conventional - you know, to just be the pretty girl in school.

I don't know why, but women in a hair salon share their deepest secrets.

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.