Quotes About Breasts

I can tell by now that you are wondering whether I can be trusted as a narrator. Why didn't I dump Inge and head for a Singles Bar? The answer is her breasts.

A massive half-tester bed takes up most of the space in the first room, the headboard panel carved with various animals with women's heads and bare breasts- owls, snakes and foxes- doing some kind of weird dance.

I think you look like the spawn of Satan." "Yeah, and you still look like my brother's favorite blow-up doll." "Speaking of, what's the deal with the size of my breasts in last month's manual?" He'd drawn me so top heavy a stiff wind could have knocked me off balance. "Creative license," he said with a shrug. "A little too creative.

I checked The Oxford Book of Canadian Short Stories out of the library. One of the entries in it is titled "The Day I Sat with Jesus on the Sundeck and a Wind Came Up and Blew My Kimono Open and He Saw My Breasts.

A place of a king of quiet villainy and secret lust. A place where the dirty dreams of every twelve-year-old man-child were visible on the bus station's bathroom walls in hand-scrawled tattoos of ladies with oversized breasts and inappropriate female genitalia, inaccurately portrayed as a singularly dangerous triangle of doom. Those kinds of drawings set me up for a world of confusion.

I like your mother. You have your mother's breasts. Her breasts. Great stand-up tits. he said

Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred.

The bus-driver was whistling, perhaps in anticipation of his wife, who would be a woman with ample breasts, those of a realized maturity. It would be impossible that he did not have, from my point of view, a wife and children, indeed, a happiness such as I could not imagine to be real, even like some legend out of the golden ages. He had spoken numerous times during our journey of his old woman waiting, and he was going home.

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.

She laughed and unfastened her bra, unleashing her breasts like attack dogs

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?

I can't get past the fact that food is coming out of my wife's breasts. What was once essentially an entertainment center has now become a juice bar.

She returned her attention to the tall captain. She was annoyed at the way his gaze seemed to be fastened on her breasts.

So you revisited the indecency of your youth, when the Egyptians caressed your bosom and pressed your young breasts.