Bathing Quotes

“Of course motivation is not permanent. But then, neither is bathing; but it is something you should do on a regular basis.”
― Zig Ziglar, Raising Positive Kids in a Negative World

“…I notice that people always make gigantic arrangements for bathing when they are going anywhere near the water, but that they don’t bathe much when they are there.

It is the same when you go to the sea-side. I always determine—when thinking over the matter in London—that I’ll get up early every morning, and go and have a dip before breakfast, and I religiously pack up a pair of drawers and a bath towel. I always get red bathing drawers. I rather fancy myself in red drawers. They suit my complexion so. But when I get to the sea I don’t feel somehow that I want that early morning bathe nearly so much as I did when I was in town.

On the contrary, I feel more that I want to stop in bed till the last moment, and then come down and have my breakfast. Once or twice virtue has triumphed, and I have got out at six and half-dressed myself, and have taken my drawers and towel, and stumbled dismally off. But I haven’t enjoyed it. They seem to keep a specially cutting east wind, waiting for me, when I go to bathe in the early morning; and they pick out all the three-cornered stones, and put them on the top, and they sharpen up the rocks and cover the points over with a bit of sand so that I can’t see them, and they take the sea and put it two miles out, so that I have to huddle myself up in my arms and hop, shivering, through six inches of water. And when I do get to the sea, it is rough and quite insulting.

One huge wave catches me up and chucks me in a sitting posture, as hard as ever it can, down on to a rock which has been put there for me. And, before I’ve said “Oh! Ugh!” and found out what has gone, the wave comes back and carries me out to mid-ocean. I begin to strike out frantically for the shore, and wonder if I shall ever see home and friends again, and wish I’d been kinder to my little sister when a boy (when I was a boy, I mean). Just when I have given up all hope, a wave retires and leaves me sprawling like a star-fish on the sand, and I get up and look back and find that I’ve been swimming for my life in two feet of water. I hop back and dress, and crawl home, where I have to pretend I liked it.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

“A seemingly simple task like taking a bath or wearing a condom feels like multitasking to someone who suffers from hemiplegia or has only one hand.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I believe it is customary to get get one's washing over first in baths and bask afterwards; personally, I bask first. I have discovered that the first few minutes are the best and not to be wasted--- my brain always seethes with ideas and life suddenly looks much better than it did...So I bask first, wash second and then read as long as the hot water holds out. The last stage of a bath, when the water is cooling and there is nothing to look forward to, can be pretty disillusioning.”
― Dodie Smith I Capture the Castle

“Our bodies should be seen as temporary sacred temples of the soul and our duty to keep our individual one clean. Both internally and externally. Internally this is done by eating the right food; fruit. Thus avoiding any foods that sludge and sully the interior (especially animal products and cooked foods of any kind!). Externally, regular bathes in water will normally suffice, but all fruits can also be massaged into the skin with benefits. The skins of mangos and papaya feel especially pleasant, as does a head/hair bath in lemon juice”
― Mango Wodzak, Destination Eden - Eden Fruitarianism Explained

“It’s more than a bath; it’s a transformative experience. You’re searching for buoyancy in the soul, and spring in your step.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree, The Mood Book: Crystals, Oils, and Rituals to Elevate Your Spirit

“I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I spent an hour yesterday watching the ladies bathe. What a sight! What a hideous sight! The two sexes used to bathe together here. But now they are kept separate by means of signposts, preventive nets, and a uniformed inspector – nothing more depressingly grotesque can be imagined. However, yesterday, from the place where I was standing in the sun, with my spectacles on my nose, I could contemplate the bathing beauties at my leisure. The human race must indeed have become absolutely moronic to have lost its sense of elegance to this degree. Nothing is more pitiful than these bags in which women encase their bodies, and these oilcloth caps! What faces! What figures! And what feet! Red, scrawny, covered with corns and bunions, deformed by shoes, long as shuttles or wide as washerwomen’s paddles. And in the midst of everything, scrofulous brats screaming and crying. Further off, grandmas knitting and respectable old gentlemen with gold-rimmed spectacles reading newspapers, looking up from time to time between lines to savor the vastness of the horizon with an air of approval. The whole thing made me long all afternoon to escape from Europe and go live in the Sandwich Islands or the forests of Brazil. There, at least, the beaches are not polluted by such ugly feet, by such foul-looking specimens of humanity.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Selected Letters

“He personally found the bathing ritual not just pointless but self-deceiving. Getting fresh for a fresh day, in which something new might happen! He thought it better to start the day by acknowledging that it was going to be just as dull as the days preceding it. That way, you wouldn’t be disappointed.”
― Katherine Boo, Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity

“Let me help you rinse your hair."
His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. He rose and crossed to where a pitcher stood on the hearth. She didn't turn, but she could hear him moving behind her, and it struck her that she'd seldom been waited upon before in her life- and never by a gentleman.
"Sit a little forward." He was suddenly close. "Close your eyes and tilt your head back."
The water flowed over her scalp, warm and soothing, but her skin was prickled with goose bumps nonetheless.
"Once more, I think," he said, his voice so near, his hands large and sure, and he poured again. "There."
She sat back, wringing the water from her hair with fingers that trembled. She could hear him setting down the pitcher and she wasn't sure what to do. This was so far outside any experience she'd ever before had or imagined...
Bridget cleared her throat, but her voice was husky when she spoke. "Can you hand me a cloth for my hair?"
"Let me." He expertly wrapped a cloth around her head, keeping her clean hair out of the water. "Now you look like an Ottoman sultana." His fingers lingered on the back of her neck, stroking.
She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples throb. Oh, God, he'd barely touched her yet.
She inhaled and tried to smile, but found she was too tense. "Is... is there another cloth with which to dry myself?"
The fingers left as he reseated himself, his cheek propped on his knuckles. "But you haven't washed yourself, sweet Brid-get." He snapped off the t of her name with a click of his tongue. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss..." His gaze seemed to penetrate the now-clouded water before rising and meeting her own eyes with a devilish gleam. "Well, everything.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin

“He was on his second plate of steaming-hot kidney pie by the time his chewing slowed. And that's when he heard it. The faintest sounds escaping her room, sweeping across the antechamber, and sliding under the door to him.
The sounds of bathing.
A splash.
A trickle.
A faint series of drips.
It all added up to torture. Pure, liquid torture.
He pushed his plate away, propped his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands with a groan. Even plugging his ears didn't help.
When he closed his eyes, he could picture her. Naked in a shallow tub. Her feet dangling over the lip at one end, and her head reclined against the other. And all that water embracing her with heat, lapping at her nakedness, pouring over her most secret curves and furrows.
He was immediately, startlingly hard.”
― Tessa Dare, The Wallflower Wager

“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I’ll go take a hot bath.'

I meditate in the bath.The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.”
― Sylvia Plath

“CALVIN:
I don't WANNA take a bath!
I don't WANNA take a bath! You can't make me!

CALVIN (As mom carries him to the tub):
Aghh! Leggo! Leggo!!
No No No No No No No!
Put me down!

CALVIN (Now in the tub):
I wish I was dead!
I hate you all! I hate everything.
AARRGGHHH!

MOM (Dripping wet. Talking to her husband.):
Whenever I hear about people trying to rediscover the "child within," I want to scream.”
― Bill Watterson, The Days Are Just Packed

“To accuse the American male of not bathing in Paris is merely to flatter him.”
― Elaine Dundy, The Dud Avocado

“The main advantage about being over thirty is you no longer have to pretend you have a date on Friday night or even, lo and behold, that you want one. You can now easily say to yourself, "I hope no one wants to ask me to do anything because I am so looking forward to a hot tub and a midnight snack.”
― Nikki Giovanni, Acolytes

“Baths don’t really get you any cleaner. You just swim in filth.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“This was it, killed by an evil child-ghost in a bath tub. Aunt Clarice from Virginia would never understand.”
― J.L. Bryan, Cold Shadows

“I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong of your tiny breaths as you fell asleep . . .”
― Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift

“Bathing is a basic need, but it doesn’t have to be a forgettable moment in your routine.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree, The Mood Book: Crystals, Oils, and Rituals to Elevate Your Spirit

“No matter how many times you bath a day or how thoroughly you claim to bath, the proof that you don’t bath clean is your towel. The towel shouldn’t be dirty if it wipes only a clean body.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“2020 was the year I started wearing only shorts inside the home and light bathing under full spectrum lights.”
― Steven Magee

“To be progressive and call yourself civilized, it is necessary to do a little exercise and bathe daily”
― Luisa Capetillo

“The fish is in no hurry to take a bath.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Back at home, I slip into a milky bath perfumed with chamomile and honey. Lemon slices and flower petals float on the surface of the water. The steam relieves my pores, turning my skin supple and dewy. I light a rose-scented candle, allowing the sweet fragrance to mingle with the herbal steam.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Oregon was bathing in a daytime aurora on Saturday August 17th 2024 that could be felt and not seen! Daytime fatigue and unusual pains were the notable human effects.”
― Steven Magee

“Nighttime bathing improves slumber because increasing your body temperature substantially sends your body a message to cool down, triggering internal temperature down-regulation, which stimulates the release of melatonin. This is also why it's good to sleep in chilly rooms; cooler body temperatures are associated with non-REM sleep, the deepest level of sleep.”
― Kari Leibowitz, How to Winter: Harness Your Mindset to Thrive on Cold, Dark, or Difficult Days

“The sea soaks my ankles and then recedes, it soaks my knees, then my thighs; it wraps its tender arm around my waist and caresses my breasts; it embraces my neck and presses against my shoulders. I immerse myself in the sea, fully. I give myself over to its steady force, its gentle possession, holding nothing back”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo