#babies

There's people making babies to my music. That's nice. ↗

— Barry White

#making #music #nice #people

A mother does not become pregnant in order to provide employment to medical people. Giving birth is an ecstatic jubilant adventure not available to males. It is a woman's crowning creative experience of a lifetime. ↗

— John Stevenson

#birth #children #empowering #empowerment #pregnancy

Marry, don't marry,' Auntie Aya says as we unfold layers of dough to make an apple strudel. Just don't have your babies unless it's absolutely necessary.' How do I know if it's necessary?' She stops and stares ahead, her hands gloved in flour. 'Ask yourself, Do I want a baby or do I want to make a cake? The answer will come to you like bells ringing.' She flickers her fingers in the air by her ear. 'For me, almost always, the answer was cake. ↗

— Diana Abu-Jaber

#food #humour #food

I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace. ↗

— Edward Lear

#died #distressed #door #eaten #fiddle

To see those babies with no food for three of four days, old people sitting in the hot sun, when you see these poor people, you cannot help but being compassionate or affected. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#babies #being #cannot #compassionate #days

I'm never as happy as when I'm pregnant. I literally would have 10 babies if I could! ↗

— Tori Spelling

#could #happy #i #if i could #literally

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#change #humor #love #parents #change

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer. ↗

— Arnold Schwarzenegger

#beer #drink #grow #grow up #milk

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#asked #babies #bad #father #god

Philip looked incredulously at the tiny bundle in Johnny’s arms. He reached out a hand tentatively, and lifted a corner of the blanket. He saw a wrinkled pink face, an open toothless mouth and a little bald head—a miniature of an aging monk. ↗

— Ken Follett

#babies #age