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Love, Romance and
You Know What!
The Female Form
"Are
you there God? It's me Margaret. I just told
my mother I want a bra. Please help me grow
God. You know where. I want to be like everyone
else.
Judy Blume -
Are You there God? It's Me Margaret
Nothing to do but wait.
In the stale heat
of the attic, in the rippled
full-length mirror, she posed
in velvet, in chiffon, in
her mother's useless clothes,
waiting for her breasts
to blossom and fill
the loose bodice of her grief.
Julie Kane - Thirteen
Or
she would ./pick the flowers, although that was
forbidden: quickly she would pluck a rose that she
had been coveting all day, and run away with it to
the arbour at the end of the garden. Then she would
bury her little nose in the delicious scented flower,
and kiss it, and bite it, and suck it: and then she
would conceal her booty, and hide it in her bosom
between her little breasts, at the wonder of whose
coming sue would gaze in eager fondness.…
Romain Rolland - Jean-Chrstophe
Her breasts
milk white as richest cream
in perfect symmetry
more lovely than any flower
or fruit
ripe for tussling …
Dioskorides V. 56
The
most highly prized curve of all is that of the bosom. …
The degree of attention which breasts receive,
combined with the confusion about what the breast
fetishists actually want, makes women unduly anxious
about them. They can never be just right; they must
always be too small, too big, the wrong shape, too
flabby. The characteristics of the mammary
stereotype are impossible to emulate because they
are falsely simulated, but they must be faked
somehow or other. Reality is either gross or
scrawny.
Germaine Greer - The female Eunuch
How
do you like them?
Like a pear, a lemon, a` la Montgolfiere, half an apple, or a cantaloupe?
Go on, choose, don't be embarrassed. You thought they didn't exist any longer, that they were all over with, absolutely done for If you don't mind, Madame, let's bring things up to date. They exist, and persist, however criticised and persecuted they may be.
Colette - Journey for Myself
If
I hadn't had them, I would have had some made.
Dolly Parton
There
is no sign that her acting would ever have progressed
beyond the scope of the restless shoulders and the
protuberant breasts; her body technique was the
gangster's technique - she toted a breast like a man
totes a gun.
Graham Greene - on Jean Harlow
Toscanini,
displeased with the singing of a soprano during
a rehearsal, grabbed her by the breasts and
screamed, "If only these were brains!"
Source unknown
On
a visit to the United States, Winston Churchill
attended a luncheon where fried chicken was
served. When he politely asked the hostess, "May
I have more breast?" she scolded him: "Mr
Churchill, in America we say 'white meat' or 'dark
meat.'" The next day Churchill sent the woman an
orchid with the following note: "Madam, I would be
much obliged if you would pin this on your white
meat."
Source unknown
The
radiant Summer entices lovers here
in melancholic regiments
made up of fat and flabby, gay and mournful couples:
under the graceful palm trees,
along the moonlit beach,
there is a continual excitement of trousers and petticoats,
the crisp sound of stockings caressed,
women's breasts shining like eyes.
Pablo Neruda
Breasts and bosoms I have known
Of varied shapes and sizes
From poignant disappointments
To jubilant surprises.
Waldo Pierce -
in, W R Espy, 'An Almanac of Words at Play'
They
are firm, and you are tender,
Full and round, though you are slender:
Bold your breasts, while you are shy
Since so near your heart they lie.
Bhartrhari (5th Century) Trans. John Brough
Dust
of dead flowers, O tigress, has been spilled smoothly
on the body of your breasts. It is a task to praise your breasts, for their tips are gilded like the sun and red like sunset.
From the Sanskrit 'Mayura', c. 800 AD
Display
thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Behold that circummortal purity;
Between whose glories, there my lips I'll lay,
Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.
Robert Herrick - Upon Julia's Breasts
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