Quotes About Birth

So far as birth and religious instruction were concerned, these brothers were equal. Both were sinners, and both acknowledged the claims of God to reverence and worship. To outward appearance their religion was the same up to a certain point, but beyond this the difference between the two was great.

But I knew the first question Mom asked Gail was, Is it a boy or a girl? Because, for some reason, that is the first thing everybody wants to know the minute you're born. Should we label it with pink or blue? Wouldn't want anyone to mistake the gender of an infant! What is that so important?

He does a work that must be done, and so he justifies his bread. Also, if he and the very few like him who are born to us teach us the love which is difficult, it cannot be said that they were born in vain." The love which is difficult …

Pain is the road to both birth and death.

when she was pregnant, so Nan was born in a workhouse. She never talked about it, but it seemed to have left her as someone nothing could faze,

Jesus Christ is the reason for this season. Thus, as we commemorate his birth. May we spread the peace, hope and true love that his birth brought to humanity. Merry Christmas. -Emeasoba George

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

Nothing is better proof of how far humanity has regressed than the impossibility of finding a single nation, a single tribe, among whom birth still provokes mourning and lamentations.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if, creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity. Yet in a less assured mood, birth seems a calamity I would be miserable not having known.

Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth.

When every man has realized that his birth is a defeat, existence, endurable at last, will seem like the day after a surrender, like the relief and the repose of the conquered.

The real, the unique misfortune: to see the light of day. A disaster which dates back to aggressiveness, to the seed of expansion and rage within origins, to the tendency to the worst which first shook them up.

I know that my birth is fortuitous, a laughable accident, and yet, as soon as I forget myself, I behave as if it were a capital event, indispensable to the progress and equilibrium of the world.

When you meditate all day on the inopportuneness of birth, everything you plan and everything you perform seems pathetic, futile. You are like a madman who, cured, does nothing but think of the crisis from which he has emerged, the "dream" he has left behind; he keeps harking back to it, so that his cure is of no benefit to him whatever.

In Buddhist writings, mention is often made of "the abyss of birth." An abyss indeed, a gulf into which we do not fall but from which, instead, we emerge, to our universal chagrin.

Ce poate fi mai deprimant decât faptul c? ultimul avorton posed? facultatea de a da via??, de-a "aduce pe lume"? Cum s? nu te cuprind? spaima sau sila când te gândeÅŸti la miracolul ce face din primul venit un demiurg pe puncte? Ceea ce trebuia sa fie un dar la fel de excepÅ£ional ca ÅŸi geniul a fost distribuit tuturora de-a valma: generozitate de spe?? joas? ce descalific? pe vecie natura.

Ever since I was born"—that since has a resonance so dreadful to my ears it becomes unendurable.

Our obsession with birth, by shifting us to a point before our past, robs us of our pleasure in the future, in the present, and even in the past.

C'est d'un type spécial de veilles que dérive la mise en cause de la naissance

Trei diminea?a. Simt secunda de fa??, apoi pe cealalt?, fac bilan?ul fiec?rui minut. De ce toate astea? Pentru c? m-am n?scut.

Pentru unii,totul vine prea tarziu: s-au nascut postum.

Port un doliu din na?tere - doliul acestei lumi.

Not to have been born, merely musing on that - what freedom, what space!