Sincera Fertility Quotes & Sayings

Elphaba's already come back. I saw her last week on the stairs. — Gregory Maguire

When you're a bed wetter there's only one group of people you can feel better than, bed shitters, and unfortunately they're hard to come by. — Sarah Silverman

We are but whirlpools in a river of ever-flowing water. We are not stuff that abides, but patterns that perpetuate themselves.
A pattern is a message, and may be transmitted as a message. — Norbert Wiener

I don't absolve my father completely of his responsibility for what he did to us I feel compassion, maybe. He had his demons. But I still can't understand how a man can walk away from children. And leave them to starve, as we nearly did, if it wasn't for my mother going out and begging. — Frank McCourt

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance. — Paul Auster

If it's fifty years from now and it still has the same value, that's a movie. — Kevin Costner

Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow. — Margaret Atwood

There is a kind of expressed love which is easy to subvert. When a figure is loved for their deeds, their conquests, their heroism, their goodness, their love of the people, these are easy enough to destroy ... But there is a kind of love which is felt for apparently no reason ... A love, inspired, it seems, by the gods, which it is impossible to fight, distort, destroy, or weaken. In fact, the attempts to destroy such loves only strengthen them. And to do nothing allows them to continue to grow at their natural pace, inexoribly, till this love becomes a wide and silent adoration. — Ben Okri

Again,' he said and, without waiting for an answer, ran into the growing dark without fear, every single part of his body overwhelmed with the task of being alive. — Kevin Wilson

Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life, The flag o' skull and bones, A merry hour, a hempen rope, And hey for Davy Jones.' At — J.M. Barrie

Oh, I don't care! I don't care what they say! she whispered, as a sweet madness swept over her. — Margaret Mitchell