Quotes About Fertility

The faint pink coating the treetops promised rippling buds, a sure sign of spring hastening in, right on schedule, and the animal world getting ready for its fiesta of courting and mating, dueling and dancing, suckling and grubbing, costume-making and shedding-in short, the fuzzy, fizzy hoopla of life's ramshackle return.

You have to inhale a lot of those chemicals before they can take effect. They're called dioxins, apparently. The family planning officers there are very relaxed, because they know that however hard a man tries, he's unlikely to get his wife pregnant. What a wonderful place it sounds!

Meili pitchers herself in Heaven Township again, sitting in a safe and peaceful yard, knitting quietly while inhaling deep breaths of the chemicals that prevent women conceiving. She doesn't know how long it will take to travel from the fertile mountains of Nuwa to the sterile fields of Heaven Township, but at least she now has a sense of where happiness lies.

It was spring, and we were surrounded by the profusion of Anatolian fertility. For three weeks the earth would paint herself in every color, burst every bud, unfurl each rioting petal. Then, the wild flush of her excitement spent, she would settle down to the steady work of summer. It was my favorite time of year.

The Winkles appeared to greet the morning vigorously. Although Homer had never heard human beings make love, or moose mate, he knew perfectly well that the Winkles were mating. If Dr. Larch had been present, he might have drawn new conclusions concerning the Winkles' inability to produce offspring. He would have concluded that the violent athleticism of their coupling simply destroyed, or scared to death, every available egg and sperm.

When earth is rich it bids defiance to droughts, yields in abundance and of the best quality.

A dry Lent, a fertile year.

Dear Periods, the only reason I like you is because you're a sign that I'm not pregnant.

It was spring, and we were surrounded by the profusion of Anatolian fertility. For three weeks the earth would paint herself in every color, burst every bud, unfurl each rioting petal.

Experienced builders and performers can attract up to thirty-three females to fuck per season if they put on a good enough show, have built up enough good blue in their bower, and have the contrast with the yellow straw down right. Less experienced builders sometimes don't attract any females at all. Each female mates only once. She incubates the eggs alone.

Not for the first time, it strikes her that she will never feel that again, that it is an experience now closed to her, at her age, at her stage in life. The loss of that possibility sears her sometimes: it is hard for a woman to let go of; harder still if another woman in your household is just entering that state. The sight of this girl's stomach, every time, makes Mary think of the emptiness, the quiet of her own.

Is it possible for a woman to be so unsettled in spirit that a child will have no hope of taking root within her?

Tu déchires des nuages et tu les envoies en direction du vent. Et alors? Il est des nuages très fertiles et cela requiert un sol approprié.

Sperm is the storehouse of male sexual energy. A single ejaculation has 200 to 500 million sperm cells, each a potential human being. There are enough spermotozoa lost in a single orgasm to populate the entire United States if each cell was to fertilize an egg.

Just think what this land would raise with plenty of water! Why, it will be a frigging garden!

China had managed to reduce their fertility to a large extent because of basic expansion of women's education, not because of the one-child family.

My only regret is that we didn't have more kids. I came from a family of four kids, but my wife and I just started too late.

Women of the working class, especially wage workers, should not have more than two children at most. The average working man can support no more and and the average working woman can take care of no more in decent fashion.

The truth was out. It illuminated the world. Motherhood no longer cringed before the relentless laws of fecundity.

Snow lies on my fields though the air is so warm I want to roll on my back and wriggle. Sure, the dark downhill weep shows who's winning, and the thatch of tall grass is sticking out of the banks, but I want to start digging and planting. My swelling hills, my leafbrown loamy soil interlaced with worms red as mouths, my garden, why don't you hurry up and take your clothes off ?

Fertility is only one among the Goddess's many functions. It is inaccurate to call Paleolithic and Neolithic images 'fertility goddesses,' as is still done in archeological literature. Earth fertility became a prominent concern only in the food producing era; hence it is not a primary function of the Goddess and has nothing to do with sexuality. The goddesses were mainly life creators, not Venuses or beauties, and most definitely not wives of male gods.

Countries are well cultivated, not as they are fertile, but as they are free.

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

It's funny, because I sometimes feel that I'm most creative when I'm pregnant.