Quotes About Breasts

Wherever a breeze stirs there are breasts as cool as jelly, white pigeons come to flutter and rut in the ice-blue veins of the Himalayas.

Women fight differently from men. You couldn't get me to hurt a woman's breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I'm PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

Heinrich Heine so loosened the corsets of the German language that today every little salesman can fondle her breasts.

So you'll be keeping the Sea Devil, " she said. His light eyes roamed over her, settled for a moment on her breasts. "I'm keeping her. The ship holds a number of interesting memories I wouldn't want to forget." His eyes said he was remembering their numerous encounters-and the final delicious outcome-and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn't know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William's gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.

Social change doesn't happen in the Arab region through dramatic confrontation, beating, or indeed, baring of breasts, but rather through negotiation.

You like legs? she asked. On you, yes. On a chicken, I prefer wings and breasts. She picked up both legs with her fingers. Then we are going to get along just fine.

The face of the nymph was much like Oedipa's, which didn't startle her so much as a concealed blower system that kept the nymph's gauze chiton in constant agitation, revealing enormous vermilion-tipped breasts and long pink thighs at each flap. She was smiling a lipsticked and public smile, not quite a hooker's but nowhere near that of any nymph pining away with love either.

Sottoportico San Zaccaria" It rains on the roofs As it rains in my poems Under the thunder We fit together like parts Of a magic puzzle Twelve winds beat the gulls from the sky And tear the curtains And lightning glisters On your sweating breasts Your face topples into dark And the wind sounds like an army Breaking through dry reeds We spread our aching bodies in the window And I can smell the odor of hay In the female smell of Venice

Her breasts and arms ached with the beauty of her own forgiveness.

Look at Jewish history. Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So, for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast-beaters. By the time I was five I knew I was that one.

With a mammogram - as great as they are, and they do save a lot of lives - if you have very dense breasts, it really can't see if there is something in there. There are other tests, including an MRI, that can really go into the tissue and really see cell formation and hot spots, and that's what you want to see before it becomes a tumor.

I like to get input from the ladies when I shop." He grabbed a navy T-shirt and studied the il ustration, a cartoon drawing of a woman with enormous breasts and a rocket launcher between her legs. "That would be a definite no," she said. "I like it." He tossed it over his shoulder and began thumbing through a stack of jeans. "I thought you wanted my input." He stared at her blankly. "Why'd you think that?" She gave up.

We end up on the same elevator with her, and she spends the whole ride to the seventh floor chatting to Peeta about his paintings while the light of his still-glowing costume reflects off her bare breasts.

Tohr jacked forward his in his seat. What the hell! As Lassiter's big body cut through the projection onto the screen, a gigantic pair of flapping breasts covered his face and chest. Adventures in the Milfy Way. A true classic. It's porn! Duh-- Okay, I am not sitting through this with you The angel, still standing up. shrugged. Just wanted to make sure you know what you're missing.

She tends the fire Burning his letters. They turn black like thin mourning dresses. Yellow names, leaping; above them a blonde woman's hair on her bare shoulders. Red hollow glowing beneath. Illusion of passion. Like fragile layers of widow weeds, matted bluish, shiny, worn and buttons, yes, cheap buttons and words. Her fingers touch the smooth skin on her breasts. She tends the fire.

All at once, the voices began: some in slurred murmurs, some crying out loudly upon the Lord, others weeping and beating their breasts. At that time, you see, we all of us believed that God listened to such prayers.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

The pinup girl, Betty Grable, sprayed her bare butt and breasts with hairspray until they were wet. That way the top and bottom of her swimsuit stayed glued where she wanted. Hairspray inside your high heels works the same way.

In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease—a terrible passing inclination to die of it. And all of us have like wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.

The newborn has only three demands. They are warmth in the arms of its mother, food from her breasts, and security in the knowledge of her presence. Breatfeeding satisfies all three.

I travel your body, like the world, your belly is a plaza full of sun, your breasts two churches where blood performs its own parallel rites, my glances cover you like ivy

You must give me your solemn promise that you will not think of me as a sister!" He looked perplexed. "How can I govern thoughts I've held for two decades?" She put hands to hips. "May I suggest you force yourself to think of my breasts!

Oh, the most fun thing I've ever been asked to autograph was breasts.