When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again, yet after having given birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep it close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one.
Jodi PicoultMots clés parents motherhood mother pregnancy baby
I also think people should never turn down an opportunity to hold a baby. There's something about the feeling of a new baby in your arms that just fixes you.
Erin McKeanMots clés baby
He was born a politician.
No, Ursula thought, he was born a baby, like everyone else. And this is what he has chosen to become.
Mots clés politician baby
And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless.
"The baby's fine, Mr. Grey."
"Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank God.
Mots clés pregnancy baby pregnant anastasia fifty-shades e-l-james fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey fifty-shades-freed ana anastasia-grey
People think blood red, but blood don't got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that son of a bitch to come, the lone baby of 1785. Not when the baby wash in crimson and squealing like it just depart heaven to come to hell, another place of red. Not when the midwife know that the mother shed too much blood, and she who don't reach fourteen birthday yet speak curse 'pon the chile and the papa, and then she drop down dead like old horse. Not when blood spurt from the skin, on spring from the axe, the cat-o'-nine, the whip, the cane and the blackjack and every day in slave life is a day that colour red. It soon come to pass when red no different from white or blue or black or nothing. Two black legs spread wide and mother mouth screaming. A black baby wiggling in blood on the floor with skin darker than midnight but the greenest eyes anybody ever done seen. I goin' call her Lilith. You can call her what they call her.
Marlon JamesMots clés women historical-fiction metaphor symbolism color slave blood baby red
Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Aaron B. PowellMots clés sex good lord myself me baby sugar got aaron-powell gotten
Motherhood is precious.Value it responsibly or don't be
Sreeja PaiMots clés motherhood mother baby
I smirk at her and let my eyes graze over her body."I don't know how to be friends with someone I'm attracted to.
Cheryl McIntyreYou can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones, but when you find the right person--the one that you're meant to be with--it's like..." "You can breathe for the first time," she finishes for me. "Yes." I cant help but smile.I needed to find that to understand." And you have," She says softly."Lucy." "Lucy," I agree.
Cheryl McIntyreMots clés soulmates baby bad-boy
A brilliant idea is like a baby in a mothers womb.
You need to bring it out in the world, nurture it, feed it, grow it, till it becomes big enough to take care of itself.
If you leave it at the stage of an idea itself, it is as good as non existent.
Mots clés world wonderful ideas mother idea grow baby nurture brilliant
« ; premier précédent
Page 7 de 8.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.