“I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.”
Kresley Cole book No Rest for the Wicked
Source: No Rest for the Wicked
Source: The Sex Sphere (1983), p. 65
“I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.”
Kresley Cole book No Rest for the Wicked
Source: No Rest for the Wicked
Torquato Tasso (1544–1595) Italian poet
O fortunati miei dolci martiri!
S'impetrerò che giunto seno a seno,
L'anima mia nella tua bocca io spiri.
Canto II, stanza 35 (tr. Fairfax)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
“Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.”
Laurell K. Hamilton book Obsidian Butterfly
Source: Obsidian Butterfly
Imru' al-Qais (501–544) Arabic Poet
The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East, Vol. 5, p. 20
Poetry, Couplets
Source: https://archive.org/details/sacredbooksearly05hornuoft/page/18/mode/2up
“Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
Light —”
Edith Sitwell (1887–1964) British poet
"Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise"
The Canticle of the Rose (1949)
Context: Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
Light —
The marrow in the bone
We dreamed was safe... the blood in the veins, the
sap in the tree
Were springs of Deity.
Paula Modersohn-Becker (1876–1907) German artist
excerpt of Marianne's Journal, Worpswede 1897; as quoted in Voicing our visions, – Writings by women artists; ed. Mara R. Witzling, Universe New York, 1991, p. 193
1897