Quotes About Nakedness

And the man and his wife were both naked and were unashamed. (Gen. 2:25)

Truth is most beautiful undraped.

She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness...

I've come to believe that total nakedness, that is absolute transparency, that is utter and unfettered and profound visibility, is the only way that we can truly love. Anything less, is self-defense.

All our good is more apparently from God, because we are first naked and wholly without any good, and afterwards enrich with all good.

Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

Por doquier la máscara, el disfraz, lo vestido, la verdad de lo desnudo. El verdadero sujeto de la repetición es la máscara. Porque la repetición difiere por naturaleza de la representación, lo repetido no puede ser representado, sino que debe ser siempre significado, enmascarado por lo que significa, enmascarando, a su vez, lo que significa.

It was different with him. It was as though he was naked to embarrass *me.* It was so strange how Khasar just stood there and laughed at my discomfort. So strange, and I was too afraid to do anything, even to look away. Then the last of the sunlight faded, and I realized why he'd taken off his clothes. It was so they wouldn't rip.

she lay in bed, naked because her body had become an unfamiliar possession, too precious for the touch of a nightgown, because it gave her pleasure to feel naked and to feel as if the white sheets of her bed were touched by Francisco's body—when she thought that she would not sleep, because she did not want to rest and lose the most wonderful exhaustion she had ever known...

even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness

Our primordial parents hearkened to the snake. They ate the fruit. Their eyes opened. They both awoke. You might think, as Eve did initially, that this would be a good thing. Sometimes, however, half a gift is worse than none. Adam and Eve wake up, all right, but only enough to discover some terrible things. First, they notice that they're naked.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. —William Blake, from "Proverbs of Hell," The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Creio que foi o sorriso, o sorriso foi quem abriu a porta. Era um sorriso com muita luz lá dentro, apetecia entrar nele, tirar a roupa, ficar nu dentro daquele sorriso. Correr, navegar, morrer naquele sorriso.

Ashamed of the many frailties they feel within, all men endeavor to hide themselves, their ugly nakedness, from each other, and wrapping up the true motives of their hearts in the specious cloak of sociableness, and their concern for the public good, they are in hopes of concealing their filthy appetites and the deformity of their desires.

she had to give up her independence and submit completely? wasn't that being like a male chauvinist? Dominique felt like an altered version of herself after a while, her mind foggy, emotions primal, senses heightened she enjoyed the sex and affection – outside in the fields when summer arrived, wantonly naked in the heat, unworried about anyone coming across them, what Nzinga called Dominique's sexual healing, as if she'd

Now the man and his wife were both naked, but they felt no shame.

Doesn't matter how competent, intelligent, or accomplished you are. You've got it tucked away in there. And nobody can cope for any great period of time with the feeling of that nakedness. You know what shame does? It takes a particular violation or several violations from your past, something that really got to you, and convinces you the person you felt like in that violation is who you'll always be, for the rest of your life. Sad, huh?

Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness.

The tangible and intangible collide to cast a spell. But can a person or thing ever be stripped naked? Can we ever discover reality hiding under the meanings we give to people and things? I don't think so. And I don't think Fitzgerald thought so either. His book meditates on the necessity of fiction, not only as lies but as truths.

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

to holding on, to knowing again that moment of rapture, of recognition where we can face one another as we really are, stripped of artifice and pretense, naked and not ashamed

Father, who can separate me from the love of Christ? Can trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things I am more than a conqueror through Him who loves me! (Rom. 8:35, 37)

La pobreza no es más surreal que la riqueza; un cuerpo vestido con harapos mugrosos no es más surreal que una princesa vestida para un baile o un desnudo prístino.

blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.