Top 40 Breasts Quotes

Designers and advertisers like the idea of my breasts, waist line, long legs, and long neck – but have literally made gagging noises at my facial features.

There’s a shortage of perfects breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

I love Vegemite sandwiches, Milo, ham sandwiches, chicken breasts, and that’s all I used to eat. I wouldn’t eat anything else. So at home there was always two sets of dinner, one for Mum and Dad and one for me, because I was so fussy.

I wasn’t the prettiest girl in class. No breasts, short legs, gangly teeth. I didn’t think I was model material, that’s for sure.

As a teenager, I had big breasts for my age, and my friends cracked on me a lot.

Not much has been written about the Nereids of modern Greece. Wherever there is a warm, healing stream they believe that it flows from the breasts of the Nereids.

In the dance world, you have to have a certain muscular shape; you have to have long limbs and willowy shoulders. It’s hard to have breasts.

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

I’m not about my breasts; I’m just about good health, OK. I’m not afraid of doing what I need to do to stay here. I really don’t understand women who are in denial, who don’t want to go for a mammogram. I think it’s stupidity. Sorry. I have no patience for that.

People only go by looks. If you have big breasts it doesn’t mean that you are dumb.

Breasts and bottoms look boringly alike. Faces, though, can be quite different and a damn sight more interesting!

I don’t want to discuss my breasts with the whole world!

May I say, if you were suddenly put into a woman’s body, wouldn’t you be slightly interested in your breasts, and why people look at certain parts of you, and why certain parts move like they do?

It’s my body. And I like my body. And I like my breasts. And no, they’re not fake.

Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced, their children, and I understand that. But on a personal level, it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I’m undressed in front of my husband.

I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn’t and it really doesn’t have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.

In my first movie, That Night, with Juliette Lewis, I had a scene with two other girls where we applied a cream to our chests to make our breasts grow. I was 10.

People make jokes about my bosoms, why don’t they look underneath the breasts at the heart? It’s obvious I’ve got big ones and if people want to assume they’re not mine, then let them.

There’s part of our culture where uniqueness is celebrated and appreciated and another part of our culture where this one way to be – one color hair, one sized breasts, one kind of nose – that’s also front and center.

With small breasts, you don’t have to wear a bra with dresses that have some support. It feels sexy without one.

I think, at a certain point, it’s better for women not to have any alcohol because it can make your face, breasts and midsection get very bloated.

When one begins, as I did, to analyze men after a fairly long experience of analyzing women, one receives a most surprising impression of the intensity of this envy of pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood, as well as of breasts and of the act of suckling.

You learn that the only way to get rock-star power as a girl is to be a groupie and bare your breasts and get chosen for the night. We learn that the only way to get anywhere is through men. And it’s a lie.

American men, as a group, seem to be interested in only two things, money and breasts. It seems a very narrow outlook.

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

Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is.

I’m particularly fond of boned chicken breasts with a little garlic under the flesh and cooked in a casserole for 40 minutes with a jar of olives, some cherry tomatoes and a spoonful of olive oil.

I have nothing against people having work done, it is when I hear tale of girls of 16 queuing up to get bigger breasts, that is when I despair.

Anorexia is a response to cultural images of the female body – waiflike, angular – that both capitulates to the ideal and also mocks it, strips away all the ancillary signs of sexuality, strips away breasts and hips and butt and leaves in their place a garish caricature, a cruel cartoon of flesh and bone.

I do wish my breasts were bigger. Not big… but less small.

I like to eat Wheaties Fuel for breakfast with fresh fruit and egg whites. For lunch, I like to eat my wife’s ‘homerun chicken,’ which is chicken, rice and vegetables, and for dinner I eat grilled steak or a couple of chicken breasts with rice and vegetables. During the day, I drink OhYeah! protein shakes as a snack.

I’d definitely pose nude again. No qualms. I actually had my breasts done again. Just updated, like new tires.

They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.

I’m such a fitness freak that I eat so plain, it’s gross. I have oatmeal in the morning and then I have chicken breasts and vegetables and spinach shakes.

I have undergone plastic surgery. I got my breasts done. Big deal.

For lunch, I love salads, so I will do, like, a kale Caesar with chicken breasts.

You can be beautiful with big breasts; you can be beautiful in your 40s. If you don’t have perfect ankles, still you can move your legs in a certain way and look very sexy.

Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it’s quite the opposite: a woman having large breasts makes men stupid.

You know when people overdo it… and their breasts are way too large or they overdo their face, I mean, that’s what gives plastic surgery a bad name.

During past years, like frightened children, we were afraid to eat the strong meat of human rights and instead sucked the milk of civil rights from the breasts of white liberals, black Uncle Toms, and Aunt Jemimas.