Nakedness Quotes

“I’m never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never."
"Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Just because you're naked doesn't mean you're sexy. Just because you're cynical doesn't mean you're cool.”
― Tom Robbins

“The reason I want you to put a shirt on is, well, because, um..."
"You've never seen a guy with his shirt off?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Believe me, you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
"Wanna bet?" he says, then moves his hands to the button on his jeans and pops it open. Isabel walks in at that exact moment.
"Whoa, Alex. Please keep your pants on.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Of course, you’d warm up faster if you took your clothes off.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“The most boring thing in the entire world is nudity. The second most boring thing is honesty.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“I like the au naturel thing you have going on. Girls don't come over here like that."
"I was coerced into coming here. It didn't occur to me to impress you," I said, aggravated that my plan had failed.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.”
― Rachel Vincent , Rogue

“Nakedness has no color: this can come as news only to those who have never covered, or been covered by, another naked human being.”
― James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

“You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

“He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.”
― Darynda Jones, Third Grave Dead Ahead

“And once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate my look for the opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who doesn't think nudity is the last word in fashion.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“People admire my confidence, but they never see me when I'm alone. That's when I'm the most raw because I'm not trying to sell myself to anybody.”
― J. Merridew, Teenage Idol

“Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.”
― P.D. James, Innocent Blood

“So what is love? It’s an unbuttoning of the self. Not an unbuttoning of the clothing covering your sexy self, but the reassurance that, without any camouflage, cover-ups or compromise, you’re safe. You’re in the presence of another person who would rather be with you than with anyone else.”
― Regina Barreca

“people who walk around in the rain naked
don't get wet: they get washed”
― Hone Tuwhare, Deep River Talk: Collected Poems

“And there is his three-year-old daughter, who runs around wearing nothing but a rhinestone necklace (who wouldn’t, if they could?).”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“You accuse her of being ill-dressed. I agree. Clothes don't become her. Everything that hides her, disfigures. It is in the freedom of dishabille that she is truly ravishing.”
― Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons dangereuses

“Nera ... beautiful sun goddess, may I see you?" Ryzthar asked, his voice crackling with anticipation.
"No," she replied. "Ione dressed me today and, for once, I am grateful. What brings a troubled king up so far? To catch sight of me naked?”
― Jack Chaucer, Revenge to the Tennth Power

“She sits naked in the bathtub – a soupy mixture of water and milk, saffron and incense – she looks at the misty valley lit up with fluorescent lights. The Ganges at dusk. Lighted lamps floating away, gently, carrying secret sins.”
― Sindhu Rajasekaran, So I Let It Be

“I assume you forgot that your sister’s wedding would require a new gown. Or a gown at all.”
“At least one person is going to be naked,” I say”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“One glimpse of a wide, hair-matted chest, the merest hint of a jutting arousal was all she had before he planted his hands very deliberately alongside her body. Fionna smothered a sound of disappointment. Maidenly honest be damned, she'd wanted to see for herself the part of him that-
The thought was cut abruptly short when he stretched out above her. Skin against skin. Breasts against chest. Belly to belly. There was not an inch of her body that wasn't engulfed by his. Had he not propped himself up on his elbows, his weight would have been intolerable. He kissed her again, and she sensed his struggle to keep his desire in check.
A little playfully- no, perhaps naughtily- she ran her toe up and down the knotted muscles of his calf.
Aidan lifted his head. Now he was the one who gave a hoarse laugh. "Do you toy with me, you little witch?"
The shift in her leg had also made her breathtakingly aware of the steely erection that lay thick and hard against her belly... as well as the twin fullness that lay below.”
― Samantha James, The Seduction Of An Unknown Lady

“Car s’il y a une vérité, ce serait d’être nu, constamment, nu sans même la peau, avec juste les nerfs et le sang, les muscles et les boyaux pour exprimer le vif de l’humanité : une sorte de philosophie de l’écorchure destinée à se réapproprier les sensations de la première aube.”
― Charles Bolduc

“A woman is beautiful only if she is naked beneath her clothes. A thought is beautiful only if it is naked beneath language. In other words, violent. Each sentence is the spark of a will to power.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories IV, 1995-2000

“She took in a long, unsteadying breath and pushed the bodice of her dress with her hands until it drooped to her waist.
She watched his eyes slowly drop from her eyes to her lips... to her...
"God,"he murmured with reverent enthusiasm.
She almost laughed, but he found her mouth again with his, and then his warm hands were on her bare waist, on her ribs, gliding up, up, up with torturous leisure, until his hands filled with her breasts, and his touch, his lips, became tender beyond words. She nearly sank to her knees. His thumbs traced her nipples into peaks, until at last she needed to take her lips from his and lean her head forward to touch his chest, shivering with helpless pleasure.
His hand moved to cup the back of her head there, so he could once more take a kiss as deeply as he could, his other hand pressed against the small of her back, bringing her into the heat of his chest. The sensation of his skin against the hard tips of her breasts was unlike anything she was sure heaven had to offer. She moved her hands down, felt the hard, thick length of his arousal beneath his trousers, dragged her hands over it. He muttered something like "mmm," which she took to mean to do it again. So she did it again, and again, until his hands went down to cup her buttocks and roughly pushed her up against him. She looped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer still.
She wanted desperately to crawl inside him.
"Making love to you, Susannah," Kit murmured against her lips, as his hips moved against hers, "would be a rare honor and pleasure."
"I want you to make love to me." Her voice was shaking now.
"Do you know what that truly means?" His hands had slipped lower now inside her dress, and his finger had found the crease of her buttocks to delicately trace. He looked intently down into her eyes.
"Yes."
"You do know? You know that I will be inside you..." He kissed her, this one languid, thorough, incinerating. "And that I will move inside you..." He kissed her again, the same way, until her thoughts were glittering fragments. "... Until we are both mad from pleasure?"
"I want you inside me." She was nearly weeping with the truth of that.”
― Julie Anne Long, Beauty and the Spy

“A woman who shows you her raw nakedness will ruthlessly show you her sheer wickedness. Learn to appreciate good women in your life. End.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi

“It was apparent Jake had taken a hot shower. The air was scented with amber and musk. Enticingly male. She spotted him when he turned away from the sink and cut her a look, sharp with surprise. He was a heart-stopper. He stood nearly nude. A knotted towel hung low on his hip bones. The gap near his groin was shadowed. Neither managed a word. Silence held between them. Engulfing and immodest.
She dared to stare. His masculinity merged with the mist. Her gaze flicked over his damp hair, hard face, and thick-muscled chest. Alpha and carnal. All slickened sexiness and raw strength. His legs were long and strong. His feet big and bare.
A sigh escaped, low and throaty. She sagged against the doorframe. A dead giveaway that she liked what she saw--- a little too much. She was so into him that she twitched when he said, "Are you flashing me, Hannah? Bra and pretty pink panties.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“What interested these painters was evidently the fact that my clothes were torn off, which allowed them to paint a naked woman in distress, always of interest to a certain kind of man.”
― Margaret Atwood, Old Babes in the Wood: Stories

“Nakedness, even among women in private, is still uncommon, uncouth. Bodies are meant to be guarded like gold. The flash of a bare ankle is like dropping a pendant, so that everyone can see it clatter to the ground and know that you hold its richness and likely more. What else are you hiding in your stores, against your breast? How easily might it be stolen? You cannot blame a man for snatching something which has been taunted in front of him like meat before a dog.”
― Ava Reid, Lady Macbeth

“When he came back from the bathroom, I could only stare. He was exquisite naked. A Greek sculptor would have fallen over himself to capture his torso in marble. In modern terms, if there were thirst accounts for Kieran's forearms, his naked pictures would break the internet.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“She was acutely aware that she was naked, her thighs splayed on either side of Scott's, her pussy only inches away from his cock. All it would take was for her to lift up her hips and tip forward, and she could feel him deep inside her.
She'd always known she fell into a more submissive role, but she'd never been able to give in to it as much as she had tonight. It was like Scott had seen into every one of her fantasies and brought them to life. She could trust him to take charge and to keep her safe.
And she wanted nothing else than to be pounded into oblivion.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever