Body

Don't you suppose I know that you've lain in my arms and pretended I was Ashley Wilkes? Pleasant thing, that. Rather ghostly, in fact. Like having three in a bed where there ought to be just two." Oh, yes, you've been faithful to me because Ashley wouldn't have you. But, hell, I wouldn't have grudged him your body. I know how little bodies mean — especially women's bodies. But I do grudge him your heart and your dear, hard, unscrupulous, stubborn mind. He doesn't want your mind, the fool, and I don't want your body. I can buy women cheap. But I do want your mind and your heart, and I'll never have them, any more than you'll ever have Ashley's mind. And that's why I'm sorry for you.

She wanted me to make love to her body while she kept her mind on higher things.

... a woman’s body is like a violin <...> it takes a terrific musician to play it right.

In the case of first love, the soul is taken long before the body; later on, one takes the body long before the soul; sometimes one does not take the soul at all.

She's so thin she must be either dying or rich.

I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge.

Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither.

Soul and body, body and soul—how mysterious they were! There was animalism in the soul, and the body had its moments of spirituality.The senses could refine, and the intellect could degrade.Who could say where the fleshly impulse ceased, or the physical impulse began? How shallow were the arbitrary definitions of ordinary psychologists! And yet how difficult to decide between the claims of the various schools! Was the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin? Or was the body really in the soul, as Giordano Bruno thought? The separation of spirit from matter was a mystery, and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also.