Nudity Quotes

“I think women are sexy when they got some clothes on. And if later they take them off then you've triumphed.

Somebody once said it's what you dont see you're interested in, and this is true.”
― Groucho Marx

“Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless

“I think on-stage nudity is disgusting, shameful and damaging to all things American. But if I were 22 with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic, and a progressive religious experience.”
― Shelley Winters

“You don't have to be naked to be sexy.”
― Nicole Kidman

“The problem with our society is that our values aren’t in the right place. There’s an awful lot of bleeding and naked bodies on prime-time networks, but not nearly enough cable television on public programming.”
― Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic

“It’s the invention of clothes, not nature, that made “private parts” private.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Season late, day late, sun just down, and the sky
Cold gunmetal but with a wash of live rose, and she,
From water the color of sky except where
Her motion has fractured it to shivering splinters of silver,
Rises. Stands on the raw grass. Against
The new-curdling night of spruces, nakedness
Glimmers and, at bosom and flank, drips
With fluent silver. The man,

Some ten strokes out, but now hanging
Motionless in the gunmetal water, feet
Cold with the coldness of depth, all
History dissolving from him, is
Nothing but an eye. Is an eye only. Sees

The body that is marked by his use, and Time's,
Rise, and in the abrupt and unsustaining element of air,
Sway, lean, grapple the pond-bank. Sees
How, with that posture of female awkwardness that is,
And is the stab of, suddenly perceived grace, breasts bulge down in
The pure curve of their weight and buttocks
Moon up and, in swelling unity,
Are silver and glimmer. Then

The body is erect, she is herself, whatever
Self she may be, and with an end of the towel grasped in each hand,
Slowly draws it back and forth across back and buttocks, but
With face lifted toward the high sky, where
The over-wash of rose color now fails. Fails, though no star
Yet throbs there. The towel, forgotten,
Does not move now. The gaze
Remains fixed on the sky. The body,

Profiled against the darkness of spruces, seems
To draw to itself, and condense in its whiteness, what light
In the sky yet lingers or, from
The metallic and abstract severity of water, lifts. The body,
With the towel now trailing loose from one hand, is
A white stalk from which the face flowers gravely toward the high sky.
This moment is non-sequential and absolute, and admits
Of no definition, for it
Subsumes all other, and sequential, moments, by which
Definition might be possible. The woman,

Face yet raised, wraps,
With a motion as though standing in sleep,
The towel about her body, under her breasts, and,
Holding it there hieratic as lost Egypt and erect,
Moves up the path that, stair-steep, winds
Into the clamber and tangle of growth. Beyond
The lattice of dusk-dripping leaves, whiteness
Dimly glimmers, goes. Glimmers and is gone, and the man,

Suspended in his darkling medium, stares
Upward where, though not visible, he knows
She moves, and in his heart he cries out that, if only
He had such strength, he would put his hand forth
And maintain it over her to guard, in all
Her out-goings and in-comings, from whatever
Inclemency of sky or slur of the world's weather
Might ever be. In his heart he cries out. Above

Height of the spruce-night and heave of the far mountain, he sees
The first star pulse into being. It gleams there.

I do not know what promise it makes him. ”
― Robert Penn Warren

“I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, I've had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I don't think the old men they've got here can see well enough to notice that she's bare-breasted. But, this is a Methodist home, so she's in the closet with my gallstones.”
― Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

“The terrible poetry of human nudity, I understand it at last, I who tremble for the first time in trying to read it with blasé eyes.”
― Rachilde, Monsieur Vénus

“Well, for me, gratuitous abstinence is just as bad as gratuitous sex.”
― Bianca Sommerland

“Until I became human, nobody ever told me there was something wrong with my body.”
― Christina Henry, The Mermaid

“She had originally agreed to appear naked, but on seeing the cars informed me that she would only appear topless—an interesting logic was at work there.”
― James Graham Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

“I suddenly realize that I'm naked, which shouldn't bother me since it's the phone, but for some reason it does.

"How's it hanging?" Kyra asks and now I think I'm blushing. It's just an expression, but jeez!”
― Barry Lyga, The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl

“When I took my clothes off in Blue Velvet, I wanted to convey the brutality of sex abuse. I wanted to look like a quartered cow hanging in a butcher shop as well as disturbingly appealing.”
― Isabella Rossellini, Some of Me

“But first of all he is a woodsman, and you aren't a woodsman unless you have such a feeling for topography that you can look at the earth and see what it would look like without any woods or covering on it. It's something like the gift all men wish for when they or young-- or old-- of being able to look through a woman's clothes and see her body, possibly even a little of her character.”
― Norman Maclean, Young Men and Fire

“When I was growing up, in our house nudity was defined as the period of time between the shower and your towel.”
― Amy Cohen, The Late Bloomer's Revolution

“Someone told me once, ‘It’s time to get you a pair of overalls, boy.’ But I don’t believe in summing up nothin’ – I let my experiences speak for themselves – and even if I did, a synopsis should be singular. That’s why every time I go out to work in the fields, I work naked. It lets my neighbors speak of my experiences for me.”
― M.C. Humphreys

“This was truly to be a radical milestone: the world’s first-ever marathon nude psychotherapy session for criminal psychopaths. Elliott’s raw, naked, LSD-fueled sessions lasted for epic eleven day stretches. The psychopaths spent every waking moment journeying to their darkest corners in an attempt to get better. There were no distractions—no television, no clothes, no clocks, no calendars, only a perpetual discussion (at least one hundred hours every week) of their feelings. When they got hungry, they sucked food through straws that protruded through the walls. As during Paul Bindrim’s own nude psychotherapy sessions, the patients were encouraged to go to their rawest emotional places by screaming and clawing at the walls and confessing fantasies of forbidden sexual longing for one another...”
― Jon Ronson, The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry

“If you're comfortable in your nudity, why the hell do you need clothes?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“When a woman objectifies her body, she sells a piece of her soul for the power to be seen as an object to be desired, not a person to be loved.”
― Allene vanOirschot, Daddy's Little Girl: A Father's Prayer

“I’m a naturist at heart. I love being on beaches where everyone is naked. Ugly people, beautiful people, old people, whatever. It’s so unisexual and so liberating.”
― Helen Mirren

“Nudity is not beauty.....
Beauty is something that melts your heart, not just makes your dick hard. ”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“My eyes opened to a bright room, decked with ornament and trinket. Beyond my canvas, draped over a chase langue, was the ivory form of a naked woman. Shapely. Curvaceous. Exciting. Her face was soft. Her auburn hair was shinny and straight – a bugger to paint. Not quite the countenance of an angel. This was a face made ordinary by the slight departure of youth. But I will fix this.”
― Marcel M. du Plessis, The Silent Symphony

“Why the fuck are you naked?" he demanded.

"It's how I express my inner crea-tiv-it-ai," he said innocently. "I need to be free of clothes when I paint, it is my way, sir.”
― Caroline Peckham, Alpha Wolf

“Accepting obscenity as freedom of expression,
Is like showing tolerance to intolerance.
Posing butt naked on instagram, unless you're pornstar,
Is like barging into capitol with a flag confederate.
We must find a balance between comfort and conscience.
Civilization falls apart when we can't tell the difference.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence

“It wasn't cheating if it was a job. It wasn't cheating if it was only for money. If that was all it was, taking my clothes off pushed that line, but it was not crossing it.”
― Valentine Glass, The Temptation of Eden

“The hijab-related deaths and death sentences in Iran show that breaking the attire laws is more dangerous adventure than breaking the nudity laws.”
― R. N. Prasher

“Nudism is an aesthetic of my daily existence, not a fashion statement.”
― Nahna James, Nahna The Nudist: A Collection Of Poetry For Nudists

“Whenever I started dating again, wearing nothing well seemed like a valuable skill in my (lack of) pocket.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Nudity in any shape neither meets my thoughts nor matches my life.”
― Ehsan Sehgal