Unfertilized Quotes & Sayings

Q: How would you like your eggs in the morning?
A: Unfertilized — Jodi Picoult

Victoria turned and got her first look at the shower-fresh version of Ford Dixon. Gorgeous as ever; six-foot plus inches of incredibly blue eyes; wet, mussed hair; low-slung jeans; and a T-shirt stretched across his broad, solid chest.
And bare feet.
She heard the tiny cry of a hundred unfertilized eggs as one of her ovaries exploded. — Julie James

I am wild, if you like; but I stayed in my burrow a long, long time, - nibbling your straws and snapping at your fingers, but always just a little out of reach. Until at last I got to trust you so much that one day I ventured out for a minute, - and you threw rocks at me. And I will never come out again. — Nancy Milford

We grew up in Woolton, Liverpool. We didn't have much, but it was irrelevant. We played out a lot with all the kids on the street. — Rebecca Ferguson

Without sounding negative, I'm not a huge fan of a lot of stand-up. I'm more interested in an absurd kind of theater. — Harland Williams

The man who bows before the ruler, shows his behind to the courtiers — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Well, your greatest joy definitely comes from doing something for another, especially when it was done with no thought of something in return. — John Wooden

I want to show an all of us. And I want the story to hold and keep our separate strangeness and the broken pieces of all the human beings that do not fit. — Anna Smaill

Make the most of whatever it is that floats your boat ... — Ken Robinson

You're so vain. I bet you think this song is about you. — Carly Simon

No one consciously wants to destroy themselves. It always comes in a disguise. But then you have to deal with it some way. — Nick Nolte

Every moment a beginning. Every moment an end. — Mark Salzman

The aim of a nuclear-transplant experiment is to insert the nucleus of a specialized cell into an unfertilized egg whose nucleus has been removed. — John Gurdon

It was certainly not consolation that Kashiwagi sought in beauty.. What he loved was that for a short while after his breath had brought beauty into existence in the air, his own clubfeet and gloomy thinking remained there, more clearly and more vividly than before. The uselessness of beauty, the fact that beauty which had passed through his body left no mark there whatsoever, that it changed absolutely nothing- it was this that Kashiwagi loved. — Yukio Mishima