Womb Quotes
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Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.
Nadine Gordimer
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There is a tyranny in the womb of every Utopia.
Bertrand de Jouvenel
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In Texas, we practically come out of the womb in jeans.
Kelly Clarkson
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Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
William Shakespeare
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Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.
John Milton
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I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
William Butler Yeats
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The underworld, the old world, is the womb that gave birth to humanity. The journey from under the earth is the journey from ignorance to wisdom.
Carrie Vaughn
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The more the ensemble, the duet or the forty piece orchestra, plays as one person, the more it makes people dance, because you're back in the womb. You feel mom's heartbeat. It makes you move. It reminds you of that warm, groovy space you were in.
John Densmore
The Doors
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Dude, if you want to be a great musician, you have to try heroin. You'll see. It's like being back in the womb.
Dave Mustaine
Metallica
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Evil must be confronted in its womb, and, if it can't be done otherwise, then it has to be dealt with by the use of force.
Vaclav Havel
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Ignorance is the womb of monsters.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Every dream is a prophecy: every jest is an earnest in the womb of Time.
George Bernard Shaw
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Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
John Milton
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I live in a queendom, ruled by a womb-iverse.
Erykah Badu
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It's funny because when you do become successful, you're forced to look backwards and try to crawl back into the womb where you first started to create.
Jack White
The White Stripes
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And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
John Milton