I tell people my breasts were made in Normandy from butter…

Women still, when they have breast cancer, go to work; they still lead their lives. They have to. I just did what I was…

— Monica Potter

Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes…

— John Armstrong

The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself,…

— Colleen McCullough

Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds…

— Walter Scott

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

I feel that between my experience and my mother's, breast cancer is a little bit like someone who lives next door. I know what…

— Cynthia Nixon

Poems come from ordinary experiences and objects, I think. Out of memory - a dress I lent my daughter on her way back to…

— Sharon Olds

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour…

— William Butler Yeats

Boasting and bravado may exist in the breast even of the coward, if he is successful through a mere lucky hit; but a just…

— Thucydides

The headline here is not that a woman exposed a breast. It is, rather, that a breast exposed a woman.

— Leonard Pitts

With breast cancer, it's all about detection. You have to educate young women and encourage them to do everything they have to do.

— Bill Rancic

We must not forget that what I mean by the conquest of the world by spiritual thought is the sending out of the life-giving…

— Swami Vivekananda

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

— Monica Potter

Having breast cancer is massive amounts of no fun,

— Molly Ivins

If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an R rating; but if, God forbid, a man is pictured…

— Sally Struthers