Quotes About Fertility

I feel cheated never being able to know what it's like to get pregnant, carry a child and breastfeed.

Left alone, the earth maintains its own fertility, in accordance with the orderly cycle of plant and animal life.

Even the richest soil, if left uncultivated will produce the rankest weeds.

The dead leaves fly. They're cropped and gathered to the rich barn of the earth.

Great Spirit, I begin the month of May filled with gratitude for the increase in the light that brings forth life from my soul and from the earth. May my heart be fertile ground for the sprouting of your Godseed, that I may be of loving service to my family, my community and all beings.

Bitter, cold, barren. These are words thrown at women without children. Like we're a Montana winter. Either we're to be pitied or we're to be blamed, depending on how much choice we had in the matter.

I'm not ready for this," she says. "This," Florida says. She thinks: This is the subject that defines women. Having babies. Will you have them? Can you have them? Do you want to have them?

The results of this survey are shocking and should be a wake-up call to men and women that drinking and smoking too much not only gives you a bad headache in the morning but can affect your ability to start a family.

Thousands of girls have climbed up stairs and knocked on a door answered by a woman who is a complete stranger, to whom they are about to entrust their stomach and womb. And that woman, the only person who can rid them of their misfortune, would open the door, in an apron and patterned slippers, clutching a dish towel, and inquire, "yes, miss, can i help you?

Thousands of girls have climbed up stairs and knocked on a door answered by a woman who is a complete stranger, to whom they are about to entrust their stomach and their womb. And that woman, the only person who can rid them of their misfortune, would open the door, in an apron and patterned slippers, clutching a dish towel, and inquire, "Yes, Miss, can I help you?

If you want to become a mother, you can. I promise. It may not happen the way you think, but it's possible. It just takes a combination of a little planning and a lot of living your life.

It would have been better far for men To have got their children in some other way, and women Not to have existed. Then life would have been good. CHORUS

And since we wish to be sterile, let us also be chaste, for there is nothing more shameful and ignoble than to forswear what in Nature is fertile while holding on to the part we like in what we've forsworn. There are no halfway noble attitudes.

Through our CO2 emissions, we are making the earth a more fertile world.

When I say, 'I want women to have control over their bodies,' I mean that I want women to know and embrace their fertility.

In American fertility clinics, 75 percent of couples are requesting girls and not boys.

Nobody knew in advance that in vitro fertilization would be, by and large, safe.

I'd been trying for all of the eight years we'd been married to have a child, and finally I did.

Yet, upon the whole, the space I traversed is unlikely to become the haunt of civilized man, or will only become so in isolated spots, as a chain of connection to a more fertile country; if such a country exist to the westward.

You have doubtless heard, my dear mother, the misfortune of Madame de Chartres, whose child is born dead. But I would rather have even that, terrible as it is, than be as I am without hope of any children.

Meeting people at my fertility doctor's office who are going through the same things I'm going through, I thought, 'Why not share my story?' It's been really emotional.

I'm still friends with the girls I grew up with, and they're all on their second child. They're all like, 'Don't be in your 40s by the time you have kids,' and I'm like, 'Why not? There's nothing wrong with that.'

Fertility should be shared between a husband and wife.

I'm looking forward to sproglets but, as I'm the main breadwinner, I feel I ought to capitalise on my career for a bit longer. Mother keeps telling me I should go and freeze some eggs. Not terribly romantic, is it?