The fingers thrust at his throat—he seemed to be tearing his own flesh.
Oh, strong, strong are the ties of flesh, and hard it is to subdue the spirit!
Your flesh has never been made to creep: but the cockles of your heart have been warmed.
You don't think I would leave my own flesh and blood in the cellar!
The fingers should be used to separate the flesh at this place.
Their flesh should be firm and stiff and their eyes should be bright.
She thrilled to the touch of his lips on her flesh; but she drew her arm away.
Shakespeare did not take interest enough in her to give her flesh and blood.
The thorn of Anna's inefficiency had always rankled in her flesh.
That which is born of the flesh, is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.