Ovaries Quotes

I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore, I repel all things mechanical. ~ M. Leighton

I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries ~ Kreayshawn

What kind of woman tells all her secrets?" my mother continued, flabbergasted and disappointed in me. "Especially anything that has to do with your body making babies! I know a woman who had no ovaries when she got married. Her husband found out only years later that they couldn't have children. The two of them are happy together still; they live in a big house, and have a cute dog. ~ Inna Swinton

It seems a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a Union soldier and lodged itself in the ovaries of a woman standing approximately 100 ft. away. She's alright, the baby's doing fine ... ofcourse the soldier's a little pissed off ... ~ Tom Waits

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take no care to stop them. ~ Alasdair Gray

And my ovaries damn near burst into song when Dex pulled out one of those baby swaddlers and tucked my nephew into it to carry him against his massive chest. ~ Kristen Callihan

She's probably ovaries-deep in a carton of Ben and Jerry's right now while Mumford & Sons plays in the background. ~ Elle Kennedy

This male-default bias goes back at least to the ancient Greeks, who kicked off the trend of seeing the female body as a 'mutilated male' body (thanks, Aristotle). The female was the male 'turned outside in'. Ovaries were female testicles (they were not given their own name until the seventeenth century) and the uterus was the female scrotum. The reason they were inside the body rather than dropped out (as in typical humans) is because of a female deficiency in 'vital heat'. The male body was an ideal women failed to live up to. ~ Caroline Criado Perez

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. ~ Mark Roth

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around ~ Lisa McMann

Looking back on it now, I should have taken a knife to her ovaries. ~ Hollenbeq

It takes more than balls to be a woman. It takes ovaries. ~ Solange Nicole

I don't read them; I just hit "accept." iTunes may own my ovaries, for all I know. ~ Mindy Kaling

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. ~ Fran Drescher

And yet we are told that femininity is in danger; we are exhorted to be women, remain women, become women. It would appear, then, that every female human being is not necessarily a woman; to be so considered she must share in that mysterious and threatened reality known as femininity. Is this attribute something secreted by the ovaries? Or is it Platonic essence, a product of the philosophic imagination? Is a rustling petticoat enough to bring it down to earth? ~ Simone De Beauvoir

Apparently the pro-choice types who jump up and down in the street demanding that you keep your rosaries off their ovaries are entirely relaxed about the government getting its bureaucratics all over your lymphatics. ~ Mark Steyn

He shrugged, a boyish mischief lighting his eyes. "I wanted to surprise you. I will admit that I knew you were a member. I also know you don't have a Dom. I guess I was hoping you would show me around." Sarah leaned over, whispering in her ear. "I am fairly certain my ovaries just spit out an egg. ~ Lexi Blake

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

At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical. O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick six inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed. I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent. Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider. I have ironed out the wrinkles. After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel. I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately. I will tear off a few hairs from your cunt and paste them on Boris' chin. I will bite into your clitoris and spit out two franc pieces... ~ Henry Miller

I shoot hot bolts into you, I make your ovaries incandescent [ ... ] I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. ~ Henry Miller

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

Those skirts are crunchy toast! Santana Lopez bent over in hers the other day, and I swear I could see her ovaries. ~ Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, And Ian Brennan

If a relative has suffered Ovarian or Breast Cancer, get the genetic screening. It saves lives. ~ Lisa Jey Davis

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. ~ Florence King

Son, feelings are what women have. They come from their ovaries. ~ Stan Smith

I pointed in the general vicinity of my left ovary, "This is Beam Me Up." Then to my right. "And this is Scotty." Garret chuckled and buried his face in his hands. He asked. ~ Darynda Jones

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. ~ Larissa Ione

Woman has ovaries and a uterus; such are the particular conditions that lock her in her subjectivity; some even say she thinks with her hormones. Man vainly forgets that his anatomy also contains hormones and testicles. He grasps his body as a direct and normal link with the world that he believes he apprehends in all objectivity, whereas he considers woman's body an obstacle, a prison, burdened by everything that particularizes it. ~ Simone De Beauvoir

Do you have ovaries?" Jacob asked.
I shot him a look. "Yes"
He slid down the back of the couch and sat beside Brittany. "Then how are you not intrested? ~ J. Lynn

The postponement of parenthood has brought its own set of challenges and peculiarities, among them the likelihood that if you are an unmarried women over the age of twenty-four, you've read, heard, or been told something that has made you quite certain that your ovaries are withering and your eggs are going bad. Right now. This second. As you're reading this and still not doing anything about getting pregnant. ~ Rebecca Traister

I find the treatment of royalty distinctly peculiar. The royal family lives in palaces heavily screened from prying eyes by fences, grounds, gates, guards, all designed to ensure the family absolute privacy. And every newspaper in London carried headlines announcing PRINCESS ANNE HAS OVARIAN CYST REMOVED. I mean you're a young girl reared in heavily guarded seclusion and every beer drinker in every pub knows the precise state of your ovaries. ~ Helene Hanff

I really fucking miss you. I know you're so sick of my shit. And I know you probably wish I'd just leave you the fuck alone. I try to, but it never works."
"No," I say, cringing at how fast I said it. "That's not what I want. I've never wanted that."
He takes a deep breath. "You want to tell me what you do want?"
My ovaries scream his name. "No, I don't."
"It's me, isn't it," he teases in his wicked sexy voice.
I laugh, even though I don't want to. "Ego much?"
"No, it's not ego. Just wishing thinking. ~ Carian Cole

I turned on the water then returned to the door jamb. "That's not fair, you're nice and clean."
"I am?" He took a few steps toward me.
"Aren't you?"
"No," he scowled and shook his head. "I'm dirty. But you knew that."
Now, if you haven't heard an Irishman say the word "dirty" before, I will compare it with dynamite in your ovaries. They say it with like, seven Rs. ~ Nicole Castro

You know, these conservative women, somebody really needs to go repossess their ovaries. Really, truly, they have no right to them. They are fabulous, little organs and they have absolutely no right to be estrogen-bearing beings. Okay? Just cut 'em off, let 'em go through the hot flashes, let 'em just sit there and complain about hormone therapy, okay? Just take the ovaries and get it over with. Because they don't deserve to have estrogen. They really don't. It's a privilege. ~ Randi Rhodes

It was as if we had made something very simple incredibly complicated. Here were these bodies, ready to reproduce, controlled against reproduction, then stimulated for an eventual reproduction that was put on ice. My friends who wanted to prolong their fertility did so, now that they were in their thirties and professionally successful, because circumstances in their lives had not lined up as planned. They had excelled at their jobs. They had nice apartments and enough money to comfortably start a family, but they lacked a domestic companion who would provide the necessary genetic material, lifelong support, and love. They wanted to be the parents they had grown up under, but love couldn't be engineered, and ovaries could.

Hanging over all of this was an idea of choice, an arbitrary linking of goals and outcomes, which reduced structural, economic and technological change to individual decision. "The right to choose"―the right to birth control and abortion services―is different from the idea of choice I mean here. I mean that the baby question justified a fiction that one had to conform one's life to a uniform box by a certain deadline. If the choice were only to have a baby or not, then anybody who wanted a baby and was physically able would simply have one (as many people did), but what I saw with my friends was that it wasn't actually about the choice of having a baby but of setting up a nuclear family, which unfortunately could not, unlike making a baby, happen ~ Emily Witt

I hate to create cynicism about politicians. We just need to invade. Regular people need to run for office and keep their balls and ovaries intact. ~ Jane Fonda

Fuck you. I am more than just a pair of ovaries you can put a ring on. ~ J.R. Ward

It is often said that the first sound we hear in the womb is our mother's heartbeat. Actually, the first sound to vibrate our newly developed hearing apparatus is the pulse of our mother's blood through her veins and arteries. We vibrate to that primordial rhythm even before we have ears to hear. Before we were conceived, we existed in part as an egg in our mother's ovary. All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother. This means our cellular life as an egg begins in the womb of our grandmother. Each of us spent five months in our grandmother's womb and she in turn formed within the womb of her grandmother. We vibrate to the rhythms of our mother's blood before she herself is born. And this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother. We all share the blood of the first mother. We are truly children of one blood. ~ Layne Redmond

Allowing Marcus to lead her back to the Toyota, she glanced over her shoulder at Kerrie. "You - if you come near us again, I'll make you choke on your own ovaries. And I'll enjoy it. What's more, I'll make you enjoy it. Just sayin'. ~ Suzanne Wright

Good to know my ovaries were still functioning like sex was going out of style. ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

We aren't a curse upon the world. We are her new eyes. Her brain, testes, ovaries ... her ambition and her heart. Her voice. So sing. (556) ~ David Brin

That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He barked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside. ~ H.M. Ward

Maybe it had something to do with that extra X chromosome. Something about having a uterus and a set of ovaries just made a person intrinsically more curious and infinitely more nosy. ~ Julie Ann Walker

He was just your average biker in blue denim jeans, thick-soled boots and a long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket, nothing special she tried to reason with her clutching ovaries, little traitorous bastards. ~ V. Theia

[ ... ] I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania. I make your ovaries incandescent. ~ Henry Miller

Ovaries. Where were my ovaries? ~ Mariana Zapata

If I'd had the brass ovaries to do it last year, we wouldn't be here now. ~ Andrea Phillips

My ovaries kind of like him." I add, "A little, ~ Katy Evans

On one side of the ledger are the books man has written, containing such a hodgepodge of wisdom and nonsense, of truth and falsehood, that if one lived to be as old as Methuselah one couldn't disentangle the mess; on the other side of the ledger things like toenails, hair, teeth, blood, ovaries, if you will, all incalculable and all written in another kind of ink, in another script, an incomprehensible, undecipherable script. ~ Henry Miller

I was wifing on him so hard my ovaries were wondering if it was baby time. I ~ Jasinda Wilder

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? ~ Jane Espenson

Your size is irrelevant to your ability to find fulfillment, purpose, love, a sense of worthiness, and the ovaries to not give a fuck. ~ Jes Baker

Down the corridor was not back into the bedroom, which was good ... Okay, she had to argue with her ovaries on that one, since all her feminine instincts were clamoring for her to climb tall, alien, and handsome like a frigging tree. ~ Mina Carter

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. ~ Wilbur Smith

Well, what do you know, not only did it turn out her ovaries had a little spark left in them - the suckers might as well have exploded between her hip bones. When ~ J.R. Ward

I'm just not interested." "Do you have ovaries?" Jacob asked. I shot him a look. "Yes." ... "Then how are you not interested. ~ J. Lynn

I gotta tell you, Davidson, I'm impressed," he said. "That took balls."
"Please," I said with a snort, "that took ovaries. Of which I have two."
"Have I mentioned that I'm a licensed gynecologist? If your ovaries ever need anything ... ~ Darynda Jones

The man radiated power, strength and raw sex. He was the biggest, nastiest bastard in the room – not to mention easy on the eyes – and deep down inside I just knew we'd make beautiful babies together. Too bad I already sort of had a boyfriend…Shade was so potent we'd probably have quintuplets or something crazy on the first try.
You don't even want a baby, I reminded my quivering ovaries.
Jump him! Jump him and ride him like a cowgirl! they snapped back. ~ Joanna Wylde

As I pictured it all, Marlboro Man led me back down the hallway, past the landing again, and toward the other bedrooms in the house.
"There are two other bedrooms," Marlboro Man said, stepping over a pile of debris. "They're in pretty good shape, too."
I couldn't help but grin. As I walked into one of the two bedrooms and looked around, I snickered and teased, "So much for that whole 'seven kids' thing, huh?" I giggled smugly and kept looking around at the empty spaces of the room.
Undeterred, Marlboro Man looked at me slyly. "Ever heard of bunk beds?"
I gulped and braced myself, even as my ovaries cheered triumphantly. ~ Ree Drummond

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

You introduced me to Danger and Will Robinson, but you neglected to acquaint me with the other two."
"Fine,But you can't make fun of their names. They're very sensitive."
"I would never."
I pointed in the general vicinity of my left ovary, "This is Beam Me Up." Then to my right. "And this is Scotty. ~ Darynda Jones

Risk reduction for BRCA2 carriers includes taking tamoxifen. Removing ovaries prior to age 40 drops breast cancer risk in half. Ovarian cancer surveillance is unfortunately inadequate at early detection, but birth control pills reduce ovarian cancer incidence up to 60%. ~ Kristi Funk

At Stone's direction, Harry removed ovaries, blinded the female rats, and removed their olfactory bulbs. Sightless, hormone-deprived - it didn't matter. The mother rats crawled determinedly toward the baby rats. They were slower, maybe, but the homing instinct was magnetic, needle to the north. ~ Deborah Blum

So," Marlboro Man began over dinner one night. "How many kids do you want to have?" I almost choked on my medium-rare T-bone, the one he'd grilled for me so expertly with his own two hands.
"Oh my word," I replied, swallowing hard. I didn't feel so hungry anymore. "I don't know…how many kids do you want to have?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said with a mischievous grin. "Six or so. Maybe seven."
I felt downright nauseated. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, my body preparing me for the dreaded morning sickness that, I didn't know at the time, awaited me. Six or seven kids? Righty-oh, Marlboro Man.
Righty…no.
"Ha-ha ha-ha ha. Ha." I laughed, tossing my long hair over my shoulder and acting like he'd made a big joke. "Yeah, right! Ha-ha. Six kids…can you imagine?" Ha-ha. Ha. Ha." The laughter was part humor, part nervousness, part terror. We'd never had a serious discussion about children before.
"Why?" He looked a little more serious this time. "How many kids do you think we should have?"
I smeared my mashed potatoes around on my plate and felt my ovaries leap inside my body. This was not a positive development. Stop that! I ordered, silently. Settle down! Go back to sleep!
I blinked and took a swig of the wine Marlboro Man had bought me earlier in the day. "Let's see…," I answered, drumming my fingernails on the table. "How 'bout one? Or maybe…one and a half?" I sucked in my stomach--another defensive move in an attempt to deny what I didn't ~ Ree Drummond

The one on the left," Worthil said, "is a male, carrying the testes and penis. The middle one is equipped with a kind of reversible vagina, and ovaries. The vagina turns inside-out to implant the fertilised egg in the third sex, on the right, which has a womb. The one in the middle is the dominant sex."
Gurgeh had to think about this. "The what?" he said. ~ Iain M. Banks