#womb

I put on the Hank Williams and the Patsy Cline and the Rosemary Clooney on vinyl - I'm not trying to be some cool indie-rock person, I just love the way it sounds - and throw on a T-shirt and jeans. In Texas, we practically come out of the womb in jeans. ↗

— Kelly Clarkson

#come #cool #hank #hank williams #i

There is a tension in relationships between wanting to return to the womb, but also wanting to be free. Because sometimes the woman's attentions can be overly maternal, and you want to go, 'Ahhhh!' ↗

— Ralph Fiennes

#attentions #because #between #free #go

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave. ↗

— Quentin Crisp

#country #crawl #drop #fall #fire

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#come #fanatic #great #hatred #heart

It's terrifying, that unconditional love you have for a child. I still wonder if she really came from me, from my womb. It's a miracle. I don't understand it. I live it very intensely. ↗

— Anne Parillaud

#child #conditional love #i #intensely #live

The Indian was a religious man from his mother's womb. ↗

— Charles Eastman

#indian #man #mother #religious #religious man

I have an equal opportunity womb! ↗

— Maya Rudolph

#equal opportunity #i #opportunity #womb

We want every human being in the womb to be safe, not have these babies be killed to solve some dilemma. ↗

— Randall Terry

#being #dilemma #every #human #human being

My mom, God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont, W.Va., and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip, and I was Little Skip. ↗

— Henry Louis Gates

#big #black #called #god #guy

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think. ↗

— Henry Miller

#blood #eloquent #fecundity #incomprehensible #light