Top 1200 Big Breast Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

The most significant and alarming consequence of early maturation is an increased risk for breast cancer in adulthood.

The trans fatty acids (found in animal products and cooked oils) are a factor in breast cancer.

Whenever women struggle with breast cancer and face better care than ever, that's feminism.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

I dream big. I think big. I try to go out and do it as big as I can.

The women with high social pressure seem to be amongst the strongest carriers of the possibility of breast cancer.

On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.

The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars, is no less lovely being dark

My standard Nando's order is a chicken breast burger served 'medium,' which is still fairly spicy.

There is a major problem with reliance on placebos, like most vitamins and antioxidants. Everyone gets upset about Big Science, Big Pharma, but they love Big Placebo.

One of my ex-husbands thought I had a breast job. They looked bigger. I just got the proper lingerie.

Somebody wanted me to autograph her breast and I kindly refused. She was in college. I thought maybe I shouldn't do that.

I still describe myself as the activist with cleavage. Breast implants made me feel a lot sexier.

You know, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997 I realized I had spent too long arranging my attitude.

Menopause, perimenopause, childbirth and breast-feeding can all cause a woman's sex drive to shut down.

I see a redness suddenly come Into the evening's anxious breast-- 'Tis the wound of love goes home!

There are three reasons for breast-feeding: the milk is always at the right temperature; it comes in attractive containers; and the cat can't get it.

Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast, or a sin that my soul more abhors, than that black and detestable one, ingratitude.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

I heard those words that every woman fears and never wants to hear, 'You have breast cancer.

Breast Cancer is not necessarily a death sentence, stay strong and centered and be involved in all aspects of your treatment.

There is a spirit of resistance implanted by the Deity in the breast of man, proportioned to the size of the wrongs he is destined to endure.

We can't sit around waiting for big government, big business, big religion etc. to save us. We need to get informed and take inspired action.

Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

The lust of dominion burns with a flame so fierce as to overpower all other affections of the human breast.

Consuming mushrooms regularly has been associated with decreased risk of breast, stomach and colorectal cancers.

Groundless superstition ill befits an army; valor is the only deity that rules in the warrior's breast.

The women I know who have gone through breast cancer still laugh a lot. They're not crying all day.

Life is richly worth living, with its continual revelations of mighty woe, yet infinite hope; and I take it to my breast.

I lost my mom to breast cancer about three years ago, and it has changed me forever.

When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.

Breast-feeding does not belong in the realm of facts and hard numbers; it is much too intimate and elemental.

Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast where love has been received a welcome guest.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

What I loved about breast-feeding was that bond of one-on-one time. The serotonin that's released calms you down and connects you to the baby.

EWW. I'm at lunch, the woman at the table next to me is breast feeding her baby with no coverup.

Convenient though it would be if it were true, Mozilla [Netscape 1.0] is not big because it's full of useless crap. Mozilla is big because your needs are big. Your needs are big because the Internet is big. There are lots of small, lean web browsers out there that, incidentally, do almost nothing useful. But being a shining jewel of perfection was not a goal when we wrote Mozilla.

I personally know women who are Breast Cancer survivors and will do all I can to support the cause. Besides, I love boobies!

Hillary talks the talk, but in my view, she is as big a corporatist, as big a war monger, as big an imperialist as any of the Republican presidential candidates. Her rhetoric is less offensive.

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

The spirit of religious persecution is not the special failing of any particular faith, but springs eternal in the human breast.

Kayte is breast-feeding, and we do not have a nanny or a trusted baby-sitter at this time, so Faith goes everywhere with us.

I'm not that big, physically. I'm just big where it counts - I got a big heart!

To be successful, you must act big, think big and talk big.

When you're involved in those big-budget movies, there's a lot of hype: 'Oh this is gonna be a big hit!' And 'A Christmas Story' wasn't. It came and went and was a big disappointment at the box office.

A conquering king will banish from his breast hatred towards one whom he no longer fears.

Breast cancer is not just a woman's issue - it affects all of us: the brothers, husbands, fathers, children and friends.

To use the hands in making quicklime into mortar is better than to cross them on the breast in attendance on a prince.

Whether you're a mother or father, or a husband or a son, or a niece or a nephew or uncle, breast cancer doesn't discriminate.

To grumble about the world and its unhappiness is always easier than to beat one's breast and groan over oneself.

There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.

Breast cancer takes the lives of many of our loved ones, and often far too soon.

In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

My mother-in-law had a pain beneath her left breast. Turned out to be a trick knee.

The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.

The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.

Ambition drove many men to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!