I'm very proud of my breasts, as every woman should be. It's not cellular obesity. It's womanliness.
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.
I do like my breasts. They're great, so much fun. You can do what you like with them.
Women have innate talents and exceptional abilities that go unnoticed by our society, and that women themselves often do not fully appreciate. If every woman were to listen closely enough to her own secret song- not simply with ears, but with eyes (all three!), loins, breasts, heart, spirit, and soul- she would discover a power that she has carried with her since before the beginning of time.
There is one court whose findings are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast.
If a man wanted to put the entire universe in his breast, he couldn't do it with his chest stuck out.
Men look at breasts the way women look at babies. 'Aw, isn't that lovely. '
I know so many people who have battled breast cancer and they didn't all make it.
Why are you taking your breasts away?” -Dane “Cernunnos” Hearne
I always say there's no more little girls, just boys with breasts. Girls act like boys nowadays. Teenage girls, they go after boys. They're predatory just like boys. My goal is to keep my girls, girls.
thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
Suppressed pain chokes us; in our breasts It surges, adding ever to its strength.
A newborn baby 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. Breastfeeding satisfies all three.
Well, right now, technically, I have no breast cancer.
I didn't know anything about breast cancer when I got it.
The worst tyrants are those which establish themselves in our own breasts.
People always ask me if they're mine. Yes, they are. . . all bought and paid for.
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.