#nancy

At the end of the day, I have one job requirement right now that's been given to me by the Republican Party and, I think, the American people, and that's to fire Nancy Pelosi. ↗

— Michael Steele

#american people #been #day #end #end of the day

The images I like best are parts of series that I've started, in some cases, with the pregnancies of the mothers of the children in question, and I continue that series right on through the birth of children to the child that resulted from that first pregnancy. ↗

— Jock Sturges

#birth #cases #child #children #continue

Of course, I have the emotional ups and downs of pregnancy, like crying jags for no reason and then the next day I can't even remember what I was crying about! ↗

— Jodi Sweetin

#course #crying #day #downs #emotional

I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour. ↗

— Nancy Springer

#funny #holmes #mysteries #nancy #springer

Looking at the children, she knew that any hope for a new life would have to grow within her. She glanced at Nate, wondering if he felt as she did, that children were the only consolation in this world, the only recompense for so much suffering. ↗

— Laura Brodie

#pregnancy #life

You are pregnant, with child, in the family way. People, some of whom you hardly know, will begin to comment on your belly size. They might even give it a rub, like you have strapped an animal of some kind in your front side and given total strangers permission to pet you at their leisure. ↗

— Amy E. Spiegel

#pregnancy-humor #pregnant #family

Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.- ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#imagination

They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#pregnancy #humor

Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please. ~ Nancy B. Brewer ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#nancy-b-brewer #poems #quotes-to-live-by #widsom #historical-fiction

My darling, My day’s sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the light touches my lips, I can almost feel yours upon mine. I imagine your footsteps coming up the walk, but today is the same as the day before. It is only fanciful thinking. As the first beams of morning sunlight dance across my weary shoulders I cry out, “How can you be so cheery and bright with so much sorrow across our land?” I know I must be strong and face another day, but tears fill my eyes. Suddenly, a white dove lands upon my window sill. Surely this be the omen that peace is near at hand. Just like the breath of the coming Spring, this little dove now brings me new hope. God has heard our prayers and our Southland will flower again. ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#dreams