#bosom

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#bosom #doth #go #heart #knock

Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine. ↗

— William Gilmore Simms

#freely #never #open #sorrow #sunshine

The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends. ↗

— Logan Pearsall Smith

#bosom #friends #growing #growing old #like

I couldn't believe they were saying I put a horrible fake plastic bosom over scars I was trying to heal and keep it in place with a tight bra, which could stop my blood flow, just so I could fit into my clothes. ↗

— Koo Stark

#blood #bosom #bra #clothes #could

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#course #delights #hatred #his #kills

On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom. ↗

— Adelbert von Chamisso

#concealed #detain #fastened #filled #first

When I was younger it was - you know, my dad dressed up in drag on 'Bosom Buddies.' And that was what I was having to deal with at the time. And then around the time that I was into college was when he became statue-worthy I guess you could say. ↗

— Colin Hanks

#became #bosom #buddies #college #could

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared. ↗

— Jane Porter

#brightness #happiness #heart #itself #kindred

We found it!" Charlotte yelled, as they ran back through the house. "We found it, we found it!" Eddie, Mr. Mallery, and Colonel Andrews came from separate directions, converging in the front hall. Miss Charming was hopping up and down, her bosom nearly rising to slap her own forehead. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#funny #funny

A rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind. ↗

— Clive Bell

#activities #air #art #bosom #complicated