anatomy

"Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me, They're pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too."

"But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed."

"Her eyes were likewise neither wholly blue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights and clouds of colors he could not define."

"Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his two fore-feet close lies, Glaring obliquely with his great grey eyes."

"Like violets pale i’ the Spring o’ the year Came my Love’s sad eyes to my youth; Wan and dim with many a tear, But the sweeter for that in sooth: Wet and dim, Tender and true, Violet eyes Of the sweetest blue.Like pansies dark i’ the June o’ the year Grow my Love’s glad eyes to my prime; Rich with the purple splendour clear Of their thoughtful bliss sublime: Deep and dark, Solemn and true, Pansy eyes Of the noblest blue."

"Her eyes are Saphires set in snow, Refining heaven by everie winke; The Gods doo feare when as they glow, And I doo tremble when I thinke. Heigh ho, would she were mine."

"He was eighty years old now, with a bloom on his cheeks like an autumn pippin and two limpid blue eyes that looked straight into yours and, if you had any reverence at all, made the tears well involuntarily at the sight of such gentle beauty."

"No light, no light in the blue Polish eye."

"The dropping grey-beard with the cold blue eye,"

"No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes"

"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated."

"Nort’s grey eyes were unco’ gleg,"

"The smylyng mouth and laughyng eyen gray"

"The eyes are crystal blue, I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if I recognize it...It's the most perfect blue I've ever seen. Even from this distance, his eyes are simply remarkable.”"

"No, traytress, angry Love replies, She’s hid somewhere about thy breast, A place nor God nor man denies, For Venus’ dove the proper nest."

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

"Mammelles, quoy! toutes retraictes; Telles les hanches que les tettes."

"When a man places his breast between the breasts of a woman, and presses her with it, it is called the "embrace of the breasts.""

"Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and sexuality. Nipples are taboo because they are quite literally, physically, functionally undecidable in the split between motherhood and sexuality. One of the most subversive things feminism can do is affirm this undecidability of motherhood and sexuality."

"My breasts were lordlier than bright swans."

"If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an R rating; but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an X rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?"

"When a woman in a lonely place bends down, as if to pick up something, and pierces, as it were, a man sitting or standing, with her breasts, and the man in return takes hold of them, it is called a "piercing embrace.""

"In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast."

"Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies."

"A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts."

"Of her there bred A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed, Sucking upon her poisonous dugs."

"Whatever the exact selective advantage of fat, it is clear that the evolution of permanent breast enlargement in human females need not be explained through their erotic appeal to men. What my colleagues and I hoped to show by presenting our explanation is that a reasonable argument based on natural selection could be developed. Our model is not as “sexy” as the explanations that see breasts exclusively as erotic attractors of men. But it avoids relying on such poorly substantiated concepts as differential parental investment, female dependency, and sexual selection, ideas that may reinforce twenty-first century notions about women and gender roles but have little, if no, empirical evidence to support them. The idea that female breasts are little more than objects of sexual attraction for men is a popular one in many European societies, and certainly in the United States, among not only producers and audiences of slick programs on “The Learning Channel,” but also quite obviously among many scientists. But, it seems, they may be indulging more in sexual fantasy than scientific fact."

"Although sexual selection arguments are extremely popular, there is another, more plausible explanation for why enlarged breasts evolved. As I will argue, females with visible breast enlargement would have been better able to support themselves and their infants in the environment in which our early human ancestors lived. Indeed, I suggest that the more robust notion of natural selection is the key to understanding why women have breasts, not the problematic idea of sexual selection."

"I need not tell thee of the lily white, ... Nor of thy paps where Love himself doth dwell, Which like two hills of violets appear."

"Some were so from their source endu’d, By great dame nature, from whose fruitful pap, Their well-heads spring."

"Then unconfined each did tipple Wine from the bunch, milk from the nipple; Paps tractable as udders were."

"Her paps are centres of delight, Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same:"

"Dissatisfied with their breasts, women in the United States have spent millions of dollars on creams, lotions, devices, and techniques for breast enlargement in the last few decades. [...] Despite the health risks the procedure poses and its considerable expense."

"They pluck the fatherless from the breast."

"Her quince-shaped breasts her wondrous charms declare."

"Perhaps we should not be surprised by such statistics: after all, men seem to have an overwhelming attraction to breasts. Isn’t a woman’s wish for an enhanced bust line just a natural response to a primal desire to attract a mate? Many contemporary thinkers would suggest that this is the case. They invoke the notion of sexual selection in their arguments, arguing that some time long, long ago in the human evolutionary past, some males became erotically aroused by females with visibly enlarged breasts, choosing them more often as sex partners than their “flat-chested” sisters, thus maintaining this trait in human populations. Some writers even argue that men’s attraction to breasts was a key to the survival of early humans. Given the putative significance of breasts to the human species, is it any wonder that women in the twenty-first century spend millions of dollars, and take medical risks, to enhance theirs?"

"Et, prenant la main de son amie, elle la posa sur sa poitrine, sur cette ronde et ferme enveloppe du cœur des femmes, qui suffit souvent aux hommes et les empêche de rien chercher dessous."

"The wanton Maidens him espying, stood Gazing a while at his unwonted guise; Then th’one her selfe low duckèd in the flood, Abasht, that her a straunger did avise: But th’other rather higher did arise, And her two lilly paps aloft displayd, And all, that might his melting hart entise To her delights, she unto him bewrayd: The rest hid underneath, him more desirous made."

"Her comely limbs composed with decent care, Her body shaded with a slight cymarr; Her bosom to the view was only bare; Where two beginning paps were scarcely spied, For yet their places were but signified."

"The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose; The fanning wind, and purling streams, continue her repose."

"We have a bunch of women there who are really something. Especially two of them. There’s one of them wears her breasts like I would wear the Iron Cross."

"An infant waking to the paps would press, And meets, instead of milk, a falling tear."

"I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile."

"Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman’s breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy."

"... wishing my self (specially an Evening) in my Sweethearts Armes whose pritty Duckys I trust shortly to kysse."

"She lays her breasts out too, like two poach'd eggs That had the yolks suckt out."

"I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes."

"Her breast, a place for beauty’s throne most fit, Bears up two globes where love and pleasure sit, Which, headed with two rich, round rubies, show Like wanton rosebuds growing out of snow; And in the milky valley that’s between Sits Cupid, kissing of his mother queen, Fingering the paps that feel like sievèd silk, And press’d a little they will weep pure milk."

"There is nothing more humanly beautiful than a woman's breasts. Nothing more humanly beautiful, nothing more humanly mysterious than why men should want to caress, over and over again, with paintbrush or chisel or hand, these oddly curved fatty sacs, and nothing more humanly endearing than our complicity (I mean the complicity of women) in their obsession."

"Asteria, mend my cousin's handkerchief; It sits too narrow there, and shows too much The broadness of her shoulders—Nay, fie, Asteria, Now you put it too much backward, and discover The bigness of her breasts."