Shower Quotes

“Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there's no better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door.”
― Jerry Seinfeld

“I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."

He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I'm going to take a shower," I said and prepared for the comment I knew was coming.
"You know what they say, conserve water and shower with a friend.”
― Chelsea M. Cameron, My Favorite Mistake

“Summer came.
For the book thief, everything was going nicely.
For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“He didn't administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

“I take showers to think.”
― J.R. Rim

“You okay?"
Just waiting for the water to boil. Burning shower. One of the only things that helps when I'm totally freaking out."
I'm not sure how to respond. "So," I whisper, "you want anything?"
Yeah," She replies, sarcastic "I want to be bulimic, but the vomit grosses me out.”
― Albert Borris, Crash Into Me

“After this is over, I want a shower in a really big bathroom."

"I'll get us the penthouse."

"What makes you think you'll be sharing it with me?"

"I live in hope.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Flight

“War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs from both sides, it is also the shower of blood and bones on both sides.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“At least he could turn on the shower, stand beneath the hot needles, face thrust near the spray head, feeling the headache move back a little.”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

“Music and showers refresh like no other.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, "Darling, it's not only about sex"

“The medicine it's three times everyday taking cold water shower.”
― Deyth Banger

“You know that feeling when you’re standing under the shower and turn the tap on to fill the bucket with water but instead, the shower starts, leaving you startled, that feeling is my entire life.”
― Nitya Prakash

“I'm now selling a liquid escalator in a bottle for your showering pleasure. It's an uplifting fragrance. (Bubbled duck quacks sold separately.)”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Water is healing. It is one of the main elements of life. We are more than 70% water, so we respond to it readily. It doesn’t just clean our bodies. That’s the least of it. It cleans our etheric body. That’s why almost everyone feels better after a long shower.”
― Donna Goddard, Nanima: Spiritual Fiction

“Everyone loves the smell of gasoline, but do you think it would make a good scent in a soap?

Gasoline-scented soap is a great idea that’s a terrible idea. Plus, if I made soap that smelled like petroleum, The US Military would invade my shower and kill me.”
― Jarod Kintz, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“Repentance is a shower for a soul.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“She smiled coquettishly and said "Sailor Man, you're the cloud that showers love!"

But I was a love pirate I thought to myself. She would chase me while I sail on to another shore!”
― Avijeet Das

“So Shower Heads, You Take a Shower, the Water Doesn’t Come Out. You Wanna Wash Your Hands, the Water Doesn’t Come Out…Dishwashers, You Didn’t Have Any Water…In Most Places of the Country, Water Is Not a Problem. They Don’t Know What Do With It. It’s Called Rain”
― Donald J. Trump

“To take showers, one needs to heat water in a bucket by using two induction cables, which are either connected to a socket or plugged directly into a power generator. If this method sounds dangerous, rest assured, it is. One time, I touched the water while my cousin was warming it for his shower. The electric shock threw me back.”
― Gabriel Nadales, Behind the Black Mask: My Time as an Antifa Activist

“Before I met him, I would hum and dance in the shower. When I fell in love with him, I would fantasize about him while taking a shower. When he left, I would hide my tears in the shower.”
― Namrata Gupta, Together we were

“Manna only falls from heaven when you have someone at the top showering it down on you.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Before You Doubt Yourself: Pep Talks and other Crucial Discussions

“Take as much as long shower you need to think clearer. Many times, we get our best idea inside the restroom.”
― Sarvesh Jain

“The artist is the lover showering essence on the world.”
― Victor Shamas, Deep Creativity: Inside the Creative Mystery

“The artist is the lover who showers essence on the world.”
― Victor Shamas

“Przyszedł do maleńkiego kościoła spóźniony, ponieważ czekał na koniec kolejki do zimnych pryszniców. Udało mu się przekonać barczystego kąpielowego, że musi zostać w bieliźnie. Potem długo rozgrzewał się gorącą herbatą. Co za okrucieństwo - polewać ludzi letnią zaledwie wodą. Był przez to w złym humorze.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Empuzjon

“Water is pristine (I cry),
when transparent it remains,
clean it falls right off the sky,
soft or heavy (with my pain).

Soft it falls,
when the drops are small,
heavy fall the larger balls -
numerous the drops that fall…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Isobel: Got water on my phone.

Spade: You better not be back in the fucking lake.

Isobel: The shower.

Spade: Alone?

Isobel: …

Spade: What?

Isobel: Why would you ask that?

Spade: To gather information.

Isobel: Why?

Spade: …

Isobel: What?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Instead of a relaxing bubble bath, I had a front-row seat to an impromptu striptease. By my ridiculously gorgeous fucking hot fake boyfriend.
The polite thing to do would be to close my eyes. Or yell out to announce my presence. Probably both. But I wasn't feeling very polite right now, so instead, I resurfaced and craned my neck to get a better look. Should have said something the minute he walked into the bathroom. I'd just wait this out--- it would be over in a few minutes.
Then he slipped out of those snug boxers, and my heart nearly stopped.
With his back facing me, he stepped into the shower, still oblivious that I was hidden in the corner bathtub, unable to take my eyes off him. Turning the faucet on, he drenched himself under the stream of hot water, before picking up my shampoo bottle, sniffing it, then squeezing out a generous amount. His hands worked methodically, kneading and massaging the shampoo all over his hair. Next, he pumped out blobs of my soap onto his hands, rubbing them together before lathering it all over his body. First on his neck, then on his arms, then on his back, followed by his chest.
This wasn't just your normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill striptease. It was a real-life porn movie, and I was enjoying it too much to tear my gaze away. He stretched his neck, trying to get water onto his left side, and turned around, giving me a full-length, uncensored, breathtaking view of a gloriously naked Alec.
So. Very. Naked.
His hands kept working, rubbing the soap on his stomach, then down his thighs, all around his legs and backside, making showering look so sexy like it was nobody's business.
That was when my mouth decided to betray my brain, producing a low, breathy sigh I'd never, ever heard before in my whole life, alerting him to my presence. Startled, he looked up and locked eyes with mine.
Wet, naked Alec Mackenzie caught me watching him rub soap all over his body.”
― Cynthia Timoti, Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice

“Alec had stilled, his eyes slowly widening, his hands paused between his legs. Swallowing, I forced myself to blink, debating my next move. But before I could decide, his eyes turned darker, and his hands started moving again. My eyes followed them as he deliberately and slowly lathered more soap all over himself: his chest, his abs, then back between his legs, where a part of him stood up to attention.
Wet, naked Alec Mackenzie got hard watching me watching him rub soap all over his body.
I had never, ever been so turned on in my whole life. If I could fan myself, I would.
He took his sweet time rinsing the soap off, a seductive smile teasing the corners of his mouth. Reaching behind him to turn off the water, he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist, never once breaking eye contact with me. Then he strolled over and kneeled at the side of the bath, casually propping his dripping wet arm on the edge of the bathtub, his face only inches away from mine.
"I hope you enjoyed that." His voice, rough as gravel, rumbled in my ear. I shivered, as if he'd touched and caressed every single inch of my bare skin. Dropping his eyes to my mouth, he gave me one last sizzling look before standing up. "I sure as hell did."
Fuuuuuuuccckkkk.
He walked out without another word, and I let out a long, ragged breath. My heart made a huge, nonstop ruckus throughout Alec's performance, and it was a miracle I had survived the earth-shattering act.”
― Cynthia Timoti, Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice