Gynaecological Nursing Quotes

#1. Ignorance is always afraid of change.

Jawaharlal Nehru

#2. You want war??
...
Out there you can find books, films about the war how brutal is it. If you disire for more... it sounds like you are cruel, so far I can understand it you are the bad guy, aren't you?

Deyth Banger

#3. I would rather be disliked for who I am than to be respected for who I'm not.

Cecil Murphey

#4. We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.

Gilbert K. Chesterton

#5. Healthy" and "diseased," as Susan Sontag points out ... are often subjective judgments that society makes for its own purposes. Women have long been defined as sick as a means of subjecting them to social control.

Naomi Wolf

#6. Variety is the Spice of Life. What Have You Varied Today?

S.J. Francis

#7. As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

Jorge Luis Borges

#8. The governments weaponize toxins that the masses are routinely exposed to, and then denies the known toxicity of them.

Steven Magee

#9. His memory is compromised,' Lidewij said. 'If only my memory would compromise,' Van Houten responded.

John Green

#10. I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk and writing.

H.G.Wells

#11. I now have 10-year-olds asking me about how to become successful, how to become a business owner, which is crazy - at 10 I was trying to figure out which Barbie I wanted.

Michelle Phan

#12. You have to be a warrior and say, "Maybe it's everyone else's system, but it's not mine." (from her recent interview here, on Goodreads)

Anne Lamott

#13. You will do well not to write for money, not because you won't get rich doing it, but because writing fueled by that sort of motivation becomes dull and lifeless and mediocre.

Joyce Rachelle

#14. Right now being born a girl is to be born threatened ...

Ntozake Shange

#15. So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.

John Masefield