Quotes About Midwife

I was not the midwife of the Law School, but its fraternal twin.

There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.

ALTHOUGH HE WOULD NOT REMEMBER IT, WHEN LUCIEN WAS BORN, the first thing he saw as he peeked over the edge of the world was Madame Lessard's bunghole. Well that can't be right, he thought. And he thought he might cry for the shock. Then the midwife flipped him over and the second thing he saw was the blue sky through the skylight. He thought, Oh, that's better.

One member of this family, however, was a divine child, a future avatar, and so of great consequence to the ensuing transformation of the world. The others—his stepfather Joseph, his mother Mary, and midwife Salome—were his chosen protectors.

In the world of the midwife, giving birth is a natural process, not a medical procedure.

My dad is a nurse midwife, one of about only 50 male midwives in the U.S., I think.

I'm obsessed with 'Call The Midwife.'

Vietnam presumably taught us that the United States could not serve as the world's policeman; it should also have taught us the dangers of trying to be the world's midwife to democracy when the birth is scheduled to take place under conditions of guerrilla war.

I cried with pride as I looked into the face of a midwife from the next generation of baby catchers.

Socrates called himself a midwife of ideas. A great book is often such a midwife, delivering to full existence what has been coiled like an embryo in the dark, silent depths of the brain.

A film director is not a creator, but a midwife. His business is to deliver the actor of a child that he did not know he had inside him.

As author, she functions as "a midwife participating in the birth of a body of folklore,…the first wondering contacts with natural law." The myths she describes so accurately are in fact "alternative modes for perceiving reality," and never just condescending depictions of the quaint.

Merritt," he repeated, testing the syllables on his lips. "'Tis a family name?" "Not exactly. I was born during a storm, on a night when the doctor wasn't available, and the midwife was in her cups. But the local veterinarian, Dr. Merritt, volunteered to help my mother through her labor, and they decided to name me after him.

to do. "Briny, you gotta carry her off in the skiff now, before that storm comes in." It'd take too long to move the shantyboat, I know. Briny would realize that too if he could think straight. "You tell him!" the midwife eggs me on. She starts toward Briny, shoving me ahead of her. "You don' get that woman offa this boat, this child's mama be dead befo' mornin'." CHAPTER 3 Avery Stafford AIKEN, SOUTH CAROLINA, PRESENT DAY

Fatigue, swollen ankles, the midwife said. The worst discomforts of pregnancy. I wrote those down. But she's wrong: self-pity. Strange dreams, she said. No dreams.

Like a midwife, I make my living bringing new babies into the world, except that mine are new advertising campaigns.

My dad is a nurse midwife, one of about only 50 male midwives in the U.S., I think.

She pulled herself through the narrow window into the darkness, midwife to her own rebirth.

Anna and I did not make love. I don't remember why. Maybe we didn't need to. She might have been afraid, although I doubt she was afraid of much. She'd been a midwife before she opened a studio; she'd held life in her hands, like a wire from a galvanic cell. Maybe death was too strong in me for an act so inspirited with life. Although I sometimes think that death is what gives lovemaking its desperate and terrible joy.

How would you know?" I snapped at him, and we both looked to the midwife. When she assured us that everything was fine and reminded us both to breathe, we listened. She knew. She had been there many times before. It was her knowledge, born of experience, that we trusted.

To you this is a great mystery, but for me death holds no mystery: just three corpses, the ka of which are already travelling into the Far West. I am simply here to ease their way, like a midwife at birth

During her severe labor, the midwife said to her, “Do not be afraid, for you are having another son.”

And as she was giving birth, one of them put out his hand; so the midwife took a scarlet thread and tied it around his wrist. “This one came out first,” she announced.