Top 50 Breasts Quotes

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.

The big curse of America, to me, is skinless, boneless chicken breasts. They’re banal and relatively flavorless. The rest of the world‘s trying to get some fat to eat, and we’re trying to ban it from our diet.

I used to pray to God that I wouldn’t get breasts. Then in my teens, I tried to be quite feminine.

Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.

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

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.

If you‘re asking if my breasts are natural, yes, this is how I’ve looked since I was 13 years old.

My body doesn’t have a lot of curves; I have small breasts, I don’t have hips – so I’m not going to try to make myself something that I’m not. I’m just going to try to be the best version of myself.

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.

My legs are nice, my lips are shapely, and my breasts are pretty. They popped up when I was 11 and they weren’t small then. I was teased, but now those kids wish they had what I have!

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

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.

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.

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

Three women in my family, close relatives, have had breast cancer, and two have died from it, and still I never thought it could happen to me. I didn’t even regularly check my breasts.

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

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

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.

A very beautiful young woman once asked me to sign her breasts. That was back when I was a hip young thing – it’s been all downhill since then.

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

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

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

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

Hapy, the ancient god of the Nile, depicted at Dendera with Cleopatra, is typically shown with breasts – symbolism that demonstrated how the life-giving gifts of Egypt‘s river artery come only when the power of both female and male was combined.

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.

Scientists now believe that the primary biological function of breasts is to make males stupid.

Women are always complaining about men’s fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?

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

The doctors say it dates back to a film where I had these huge prosthetic breasts because my character was breast-feeding. The weight of them, and of the baby, did my back in.

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.

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.

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

Every four weeks I go up a bra size… it’s worth being pregnant just for the breasts.

I’ve had the same breasts for my entire adult life.

I think, in general, this country makes a huge deal about nudity and not a big enough deal about violence. We’re allowed to cut people’s heads off on shows – but not allowed to show breasts or somebody breastfeeding or whatever. I think it’s a big deal in America especially. But I think to each is own.

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.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

My looks haven‘t prevented me from playing prostitutes or people broken by life. But when they need a token blonde with big breasts, that’s OK, too. It’s part of the game.

I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy. I started with the breasts, as my risk of breast cancer is higher than my risk of ovarian cancer, and the surgery is more complex.

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.

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?

I have had some cosmetic surgery, especially after I lost weight and stuff, and I’ve had my breasts lifted – but not injected. That would scare me to death, anyway.

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.

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.

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

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