Quotes About Ovaries

It was said that Mrs. Campusky's ovaries were like popcorn poppers and the desert heat kept her puffing up with a never-ending pregnancy.

I told her I wanted a plastic surgeon to sew me up, and I wanted her to freeze my ovaries, so I could harvest the eggs and have a biological child through a surrogate.

I had tumors on both ovaries, and the cancer had spread into my lymph nodes and surrounding tissues.

In the immortal germ line of human beings - that is, the eggs that sit in the ovaries - they actually sit there in a state of suspended animation for up to 50 years in the life of each woman.

I'd leave, too, if I'd been held hostage against my ovaries for all that time. I'd have done more than just leave a few people unconscious behind me, too.

Since turning 30 I'm more broody. My best friend back home just had a baby and honestly my ovaries are not able to cope.

Dear men in Congress, You think banning birth control is conservative progress? You think sanctioning my ovaries won't bring me to violence? How about I tell you what to do with your caucus? It is now illegal to think about me topless. To keep your lotion where your socks is. To refer to powerful women as monsters like those jocks at Fox did.

Call me weird, but personally, when it comes to my ovaries, I prefer to speak to my gynecologist. I don't think the leaders of the free world should have to be an expert on the issue, nor should they ever publicly voice their opinions.

I'm a professional worrier. It comes with the ovaries.

A woman must wait for her ovaries to die before she can get her rightful personality back. Post-menstrual is the same as pre-menstrual; I am once again what I was before the age of twelve: a female human being who knows that a month has thirty day, not twenty-five, and who can spend every one of them free of the shackles of that defect of body and mind known as femininity.

I have readers everywhere: from a radiologist who decides to compliment me on my writing while inserting a probe to check my ovaries to 80-year-olds who send me emails. And, of course, women my age everywhere.

A young woman in her teens has about 300,000 eggs in her ovaries. By the time she is menopausal, none are left.

In the case of judges, I wouldn't be shocked to find out the number on television exceeds the number in real life — what is it about those black robes that makes us think ovaries?

The Victorian woman became her ovaries, as today's woman has become her beauty. Her reproductive value, as the aesthetic value of her face and body today, came to be seen as a sacred trust, one that she must constantly guard in the interest of her race.

He laughed and my ovaries frothed with eggs.

Tell you what. You prove you work for the Grim Reaper, and I'll prove I'm an elf. Deal?" "Deal." Razr grinned, that killer one that made her ovaries clench. "Come on, Dobby. Let's go.

I also know how ruthless and reckless young women can be when their ovaries overheat. My darling little Tehuti's Gonads had caught fire at the first sight of him. I could think of no feasible way to quench the flames.

La fièvre fit plus d'animaux que les ovaires n'en firent jamais.

Apparently, the moment your ovaries noticed you were worried about becoming pregnant, they refused to cooperate. Oh well, if you're going to get all huffy about it, we'll just close down.

The ovaries know no bounds. They are the primary source of sex hormones that sexualize the body. Before the ovaries are able to serve up a viable egg, they are quite adept at dishing out the sex hormones. The sex hormones cause pubic hair to grow, fat to gather on the breasts and hips, the pelvis to widen, and eventually menstrual blood to flow.