Menopause And Bleeding Quotes & Sayings

Poetry is one of the most full ways of discovering what it feels like to be a human being in this particular moment, in this particular set of concerns. It's all about discovery. — Alison Hawthorne Deming

Some people were born to work for others. Not in a mindless, servile-way
rather they simply work better in a set regimen of daily tasks and functions. Others were born of the entrepreneurial spirit and enjoy the demands of self-determination and the roll of the dice. — Richard Paul Evans

Times change. Cable news and the Internet alone have transformed the way outreach to the American people can be accomplished. — Elliott Abrams

At her first bleeding a woman meets her power.
During her bleeding years she practices it.
At menopause she becomes it.
Traditional Native American saying — Lucy H. Pearce

I would watch Gonzalez play and he mesmerized you. It would be like looking into the flame of a fire. You know you couldn't take your eyes off him because you never knew what he would do next. — Jimmy Connors

[President Johnson] had the political will to say that having one in five Americans living in the kind of abject conditions their fellow citizens associated with Third World countries and the novels of Dickens was as dangerous as any battlefield enemy. — Anna Quindlen

Many women who have anorexia put their hearts in a compromised situation. — Carre Otis

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right
frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide. — David Levithan

Everything happens for a reason, we just don't get the reason with the thing — Linda Carvelli

People in love act much differently than people with a sense of obligation. — Francis Chan

This place [Heaven] is not an ethereal realm of disembodied spirits, because human beings are by nature physical. (We are also spiritual.) What we are suited for - what we've been specifically designed for - is a place like the one God made for us: Earth. — Randy Alcorn

Leopold did not have to touch it to know to whom it belonged. It was as familiar as his own palm. It was his rosary, lost when he fell from the train. He closed his eyes. Look how far I have fallen, my Lord . . . He remembered Bernard so bowed by sorrow, so stricken by grief. Over me . . . a traitor. — James Rollins