I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

This was our last stop. This was it. We had those two embryos that we had banked prior to learning about the breast cancer and with the medicine she was on this was our last effort. The prayers were answered.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is but always To be Blest.

I am passionate about talking to women about their breast health.

My goal is people associate November with COPD awareness month as much as they notice October with breast cancer and pink. That'd be a great thing if it happened. The fact that COPD kills more people than breast cancer and diabetes put together should raise some red flags.

The virtues like the Muses are always seen in groups. A good principle was never found solitary in any breast.

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 that person looks like and what their daily habits are.

Brands must have a point of view on that purposeful engagement whether it's directed towards the environment poverty water as a resource or causes such as breast cancer or education. Merely declaring your commitment to a category or cause will not be enough the distinguish your brand sufficiently to see a return on these well-intended efforts.

Breastfeeding is the very best diet I've been on.

In L.A. I get a meal delivery service called Diet Designs. I like a nice butter lettuce salad with some avocado fresh grapefruit shredded chicken breast and raw almond slices with a sesame vinaigrette dressing. I also love juicing and am kind of obsessed with it.

O Death rock me asleep bring me to quiet rest let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Pamela Anderson Lee released a statement confirming that she has had her breast implants removed. Doctors say that Pamela is doing fine and that her old implants are now dating Charlie Sheen.

From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced their children and I understand that. But on a personal level it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I'm undressed in front of my husband.

We now accept the fact that learning is a lifelong process of keeping abreast of change. And the most pressing task is to teach people how to learn.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast for gentle ways are best and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends like old swords still are trusted best.

Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred.

Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast or murder thy friend.

I know to banish anger altogether from one's breast is a difficult task. It cannot be achieved through pure personal effort. It can be done only by God's grace.

And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.