Quotes About Womb

That's what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.

There is something almost shocking in the notion of so chaste a function carrying this Kantian hurlyburly in her womb.

In many poems voice is the mysterious atmosphere that makes it memorable, that holds it together and aloft like the womb around an embryo.

hysteria—has always been more readily associated with women. The word comes from hyster, Greek for womb. The ancient Greeks believed that "hysteria" was a condition caused by abnormalities involving the uterus.

A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, 'Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood, That foul defacer of God's handiwork, That excellent grand tyrant of the earth That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls, Thy womb let loose to chase us to our graves.

Then, born again from her womb, it rose again, beseeching in a swelling wave, that urge to kill.

Bed is like the womb, only drier and with better TV reception.

A woman shaman, like a spider spinning, must learn to lead from the womb. To move our attention from the head to the belly, from the mind to the body, a woman must learn to read the signals and to trust them. Otherwise she'll never be sure about the difference between her intuition and those fearful little voices in her head that tell her to be cautious, stop, don't and so on.

Even with tortured minds and broken spirits, even bound to the Surface, they ached for God's presence. It would be like being drawn back into the womb. It would be rest. It was the only real redemption there was.

Truly I am in a sacred cosmic womb, a place where everything is born, and it is my sweet luck to behold its living core. My hands naturally come together in reverent worship.

We're Irish, Jake, which means heredity carries us halfway to madness smack out of the womb.

Urge to come to terms with the Outside, by absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull, to rival the real.

Life Is like a cycle ''FROM THE WOMB TO THE TOMB'' so live it cool.

I know now that revelation is from the self, but from that age-long memoried self, that shapes the elaborate shell of the mollusc and the child in the womb, that teaches the birds to make their nest; and that genius is a crisis that joins that buried self for certain moments to our trivial daily mind.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

We were also born, Line said abruptly. Mendel questioned her with a look, and Line tried to clarify her thought: Born, expelled. Russia conceived us, nourished us, made us grow in her darkness, as in a womb; then she had labor pains, contractions, and threw us out; and now here we are, naked and new, like babies just born. Isn't it the same for you? Narische meidele, vos darst do freden? Mendel rebutted, feeling on his lips and affectionate smile and a light veil over his eyes.

And as life began in the sea, so each of us begins his identical life in a miniature ocean within his mother's womb.

She was reduced to the dependency of an infant, too terrified of life itself to find solace anywhere but in the familiar succoring breast and in the sound of that same heartbeat remembered from the womb.

The guy at the cash register is a redhead in his thirties with freckles and a two-inch-diameter birthmark, as pink as uncooked salmon, on his pale forehead. The mark is uncannily like the image of a fetus curled in a womb, as if a gestating twin had died early in the mother's pregnancy and left its fossilized image on the surviving brother's brow.

once heard it explained that being near the ocean, with the surf and the swirling waters, was like being tucked inside a mother's womb.

I know you. I've known you my whole life. I've been waiting. Waiting for you to make an appearance. Waiting all these years. I knew you in the womb.

in Southie, most kids came out of the womb clutching a Schlitz and a pack of Luckies.

I had turned the earth in my garden the day before, planting the winter seeds to sleep and swell, to dream their buried birth. Now is the time when we reenter the womb of the world, dreaming the dreams of snow and silence.