Quotes about bath

A collection of quotes on the topic of bath, likeness, time, timing.

Quotes about bath

Babur photo
Adolf Hitler photo

“No politician should ever let himself be photographed in a bathing suit.”

Adolf Hitler (1889–1945) Führer and Reich Chancellor of Germany, Leader of the Nazi Party
Eugéne Ionesco photo
Pablo Picasso photo

“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not melt in one's bath.”

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, and stage designer
George Orwell photo
Annette Kellerman photo
David Hilbert photo

“I do not see that the sex of the candidate is an argument against her admission as a Privatdozent. After all, the Senate is not a bath-house.”

David Hilbert (1862–1943) German prominent mathematician

Hilbert-Courant (1984) by Constance Reid, p. 143

Wilhelm II, German Emperor photo

“Shoot down, behead and eliminate the Socialists first, if need be, by a blood-bath, then war abroad. But not before, and not à tempo.”

Wilhelm II, German Emperor (1859–1941) German Emperor and King of Prussia

Letter to German Chancellor Bernhard von Bülow (1 January 1906), quoted in Fritz Fischer, Germany's Aims in the First World War (New York: W. W. Norton & Co, 1967), p. 22
1900s

Alfred, Lord Tennyson photo

“Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.”

Source: Ulysses (1842), l. 54-62
Context: The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

Nathuram Godse photo
Benjamin Disraeli photo
Terry Pratchett photo
Thomas Aquinas photo

“Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine”

Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274) Italian Dominican scholastic philosopher of the Roman Catholic Church
Zig Ziglar photo

“Of course motivation is not permanent. But then, neither is bathing; but it is something you should do on a regular basis.”

Zig Ziglar (1926–2012) American motivational speaker

Source: Raising Positive Kids in a Negative World

Terry Pratchett photo
Cassandra Clare photo
Sylvia Plath photo
Sylvia Plath photo
Steve Martin photo
Anaïs Nin photo
Ramana Maharshi photo
James Macpherson photo
P.G. Wodehouse photo
Emil M. Cioran photo
Frances Farmer photo
E.M. Forster photo
Benjamin Disraeli photo

“The right hon. Gentleman caught the Whigs bathing, and walked away with their clothes. He has left them in the full enjoyment of their liberal position, and he is himself a strict conservative of their garments.”

Benjamin Disraeli (1804–1881) British Conservative politician, writer, aristocrat and Prime Minister

Source: Speech http://hansard.millbanksystems.com/commons/1845/feb/28/opening-letters-at-the-post-office in the House of Commons (28 February 1845), referring to Sir Robert Peel.

Juvenal photo

“But you will soon pay for it, my friend, when you take off your clothes, and with distended stomach carry your peacock into the bath undigested! Hence a sudden death, and an intestate old age; the new and merry tale runs the round of every dinner-table, and the corpse is carried forth to burial amid the cheers of enraged friends!”
Poena tamen praesens, cum tu deponis amictus turgidus et crudum pavonem in balnea portas. hinc subitae mortes atque intestata senectus; it nova nec tristis per cunctas fabula cenas: ducitur iratis plaudendum funus amicis.

Poena tamen praesens, cum tu deponis amictus
turgidus et crudum pavonem in balnea portas.
hinc subitae mortes atque intestata senectus;
it nova nec tristis per cunctas fabula cenas:
ducitur iratis plaudendum funus amicis.
I, line 142.
Satires, Satire I

Cassandra Clare photo
Vālmīki photo
Menander photo
Bertrand Russell photo
Epictetus photo
P. J. O'Rourke photo
Maurice Maeterlinck photo

“It were much more reasonable to persuade ourselves that the catastrophes which we think that we behold are life itself, the joy and one or other of those immense festivals of mind and matter in which death, thrusting aside at last our two enemies, time and space, will soon permit us to take part. Each world dissolving, extinguished, crumbling, burnt or colliding with another world and pulverized means the commencement of a magnificent experiment, the dawn of a marvelous hope and perhaps an unexpected happiness drawn direct from the inexhaustible unknown. What though they freeze or flame, collect or disperse, pursue or flee one another: mind and matter, no longer united by the same pitiful hazard that joined them in us, must rejoice at all that happens; for all is but birth and re-birth, a departure into an unknown filled with wonderful promises and maybe an anticipation of some unutterable event …
And, should they stand still one day, become fixed and remain motionless, it will not be that they have encountered calamity, nullity or death; but they will have entered into a thing so fair, so great, so happy and bathed in such certainties that they will for ever prefer it to all the prodigious chances of an infinity which nothing can impoverish.”

Maurice Maeterlinck (1862–1949) Belgian playwright, poet, and essayist

Death (1912)
Context: It is childish to talk of happiness and unhappiness where infinity is in question. The idea which we entertain of happiness and unhappiness is something so special, so human, so fragile that it does not exceed our stature and falls to dust as soon as we go beyond its little sphere. It proceeds entirely from a few accidents of our nerves, which are made to appreciate very slight happenings, but which could as easily have felt everything the reverse way and taken pleasure in that which is now pain. We believe that we see nothing hanging over us but catastrophes, deaths, torments and disasters; we shiver at the mere thought of the great interplanetary spaces, with their cold and formidable and gloomy solitudes; and we imagine that the revolving worlds are as unhappy as ourselves because they freeze, or clash together, or are consumed in unutterable flames. We infer from this that the genius of the universe is an outrageous tyrant, seized with a monstrous madness, and that it delights only in the torture of itself and all that it contains. To millions of stars, each many thousand times larger than our sun, to nebulee whose nature and dimensions no figure, no word in our languages is able to express, we attribute our momentary sensibility, the little ephemeral and chance working of our nerves; and we are convinced that life there must be impossible or appalling, because we should feel too hot or too cold. It were much wiser to say to ourselves that it would need but a trifle, a few papilla more or less to our skin, the slightest modification of our eyes and ears, to turn the temperature, the silence and the darkness of space into a delicious spring-time, an unequalled music, a divine light. It were much more reasonable to persuade ourselves that the catastrophes which we think that we behold are life itself, the joy and one or other of those immense festivals of mind and matter in which death, thrusting aside at last our two enemies, time and space, will soon permit us to take part. Each world dissolving, extinguished, crumbling, burnt or colliding with another world and pulverized means the commencement of a magnificent experiment, the dawn of a marvelous hope and perhaps an unexpected happiness drawn direct from the inexhaustible unknown. What though they freeze or flame, collect or disperse, pursue or flee one another: mind and matter, no longer united by the same pitiful hazard that joined them in us, must rejoice at all that happens; for all is but birth and re-birth, a departure into an unknown filled with wonderful promises and maybe an anticipation of some unutterable event …
And, should they stand still one day, become fixed and remain motionless, it will not be that they have encountered calamity, nullity or death; but they will have entered into a thing so fair, so great, so happy and bathed in such certainties that they will for ever prefer it to all the prodigious chances of an infinity which nothing can impoverish.

Claude Monet photo

“I have a dream a picture of the bathing spot at the Grenouillere, for which I've made a few poor sketches, but it is a dream. Renoir, who has just spent two months here, also wants to do this painting.”

Claude Monet (1840–1926) French impressionist painter

quote in a letter to Frédéric Bazille, September 25, 1869; as cited in: Bonafoux (1986, 72), cited in Michael P. Farrell (2003) Collaborative Circles: Friendship Dynamics and Creative Work. p. 42
1850 - 1870
Context: [Chopping wood] is harder than you think, and I'll bet that you would not split much wood... All the same, I have probably not reached the end of my troubles. Here is winter at hand, a season not very pleasant for the wretched. Then comes the Salon. Alas! I still won't be in it, for I shall have done nothing. I have a dream a picture of the bathing spot at the Grenouillere, for which I've made a few poor sketches, but it is a dream. Renoir, who has just spent two months here, also wants to do this painting.

Epicurus photo
John Chrysostom photo
George Lincoln Rockwell photo
Elizabeth Gilbert photo
Margaret George photo

“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.”

Margaret George (1943) American writer

Source: Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles

Roald Dahl photo
Laurell K. Hamilton photo
Steven Wright photo
Arthur Rimbaud photo
J.M. Coetzee photo
Sherrilyn Kenyon photo
Paramahansa Yogananda photo
Anaïs Nin photo
Homér photo
Steve Martin photo

“I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?”

Steve Martin (1945) American actor, comedian, musician, author, playwright, and producer
Thich Nhat Hanh photo

“I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath.”

Thich Nhat Hanh (1926) Religious leader and peace activist

Source: The Miracle of Mindfulness: An Introduction to the Practice of Meditation

Mitch Albom photo
Miranda July photo
Cecelia Ahern photo
Arthur Rimbaud photo

“I have bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea…
Devouring the green azures.”

Arthur Rimbaud (1854–1891) French Decadent and Symbolist poet

Je me suis baigné dans le Poème
De la Mer...
Dévorant les azurs verts.
St. 6
Le Bateau Ivre http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Boat.html (The Drunken Boat) (1871)

Sylvia Plath photo
Alexandre Dumas photo
Germaine Greer photo

“But you can't muscle through a five-hour run that way; you have to relax into it like easing your body into a hot bath, until it no longer resists the shock and begins to enjoy it.”

Christopher McDougall (1962) American journalist and writer

Source: Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

Henry David Thoreau photo
Diana Gabaldon photo
Stephen King photo
Dylan Thomas photo
John Milton photo
Rodney Dangerfield photo
Richard Brautigan photo

“the sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
i've never had it done so gently before.
you have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them
like sunlight on the wings of birds.”

Richard Brautigan (1935–1984) American novelist, poet, and short story writer

Source: Trout Fishing in America / The Pill vs. the Springhill Mine Disaster / In Watermelon Sugar

F. Scott Fitzgerald photo
Haruki Murakami photo

“I think best in a hot bath, with my head tilted back and my feet up high.”

Elizabeth Jane Howard (1923–2014) writer

Source: Mr. Wrong

Margaret Atwood photo
Eoin Colfer photo
Walt Whitman photo

“Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated.”

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) American poet, essayist and journalist

Conversation with Whitman (16 May 1888) as quoted in With Walt Whitman in Camden (1906) http://whitmanarchive.org/criticism/disciples/traubel/WWWiC/1/med.00001.49.html by Horace Traubel, Vol. I <!-- p. 166 -->
Context: There was a kind of labor agitator here today—a socialist, or something like that: young, a rather beautiful boy — full of enthusiasms: the finest type of the man in earnest about himself and about life. I was sorry to see him come: I am somehow afraid of agitators, though I believe in agitation: but I was more sorry to see him go than come. Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated. … Cheer! cheer! Is there anything better in this world anywhere than cheer — just cheer? Any religion better? — any art? Just cheer!

Woody Allen photo

“Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.”

Woody Allen (1935) American screenwriter, director, actor, comedian, author, playwright, and musician

Standup Comic (1999)

Cassandra Clare photo
Alice Hoffman photo
Robert A. Heinlein photo
Thomas Wolfe photo
Nick Hornby photo
Jasper Fforde photo
Jim Davis photo
Matt Taibbi photo
Starhawk photo
Stanley Baldwin photo
Peter Greenaway photo
Edward Thomson photo
Pierre-Auguste Renoir photo