Quotes About Birth

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship.

The secret of love is acceptance, acceptance of our finite self, of our life, our birth ... our death.

We are born with hope to dream and love to live.

The day she was born, her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.

A baby is born with two great assets: love and hope.

Right from the beginning, we were born into a world where the ego rules, but when we came to God and received the new birth, we entered a world where love rules

Sunrise gave birth to our love.

birth it had been! Martha thought her mistress deserved a moment of triumph before further worries beset her, but Her Grace spotted the baby's clublike

Did you know I was born in a Holiday Inn.

Trust me, this whole freakout is probably just hormonal. You only gave birth, what, a week ago? Your body's still, like, a wasteland of chemical imbalance.

Let's be friends based on mutual hate. - Wallace Wells Listen to this, okay? Just listen. You hear that? That's' market bacon hitting the pan. Today a child is born unto us, and his name will be bacon. - Wallace Wells

Yo nací un día que Dios estuvo enfermo, grave...

All White House hopefuls we forewarn: You'll have to prove that you were born. Before Trump hits the state of granite, He must identify the planet Where he first took on human form - A place where blowhards are the norm.

Reunion with the mother is a siren call haunting our imagination. Once there was bliss, and now there is struggle. Dim memories of life before the traumatic separation of birth may be the source of Arcadian fantasies of a lost golden age.

Man's spiritual trajectory ends in the rubbish heap of his own mother-born body.

We seem to crave privilege, merited not by our works but by our birth, by the mere fact that, say, we are humans and born on Earth. We might call it the anthropocentric - the 'human-centered' - conceit. This conceit is brought close to culmination in the notion that we are created in God's image: The Creator and Ruler of the entire Universe looks just like me. My, what a coincidence! How convenient and satisfying!

It almost never feels like prejudice. Instead, it feels fitting and just - the idea that, because of an accident of birth, 'our' group (whichever one it is) should have a central position in the social universe.

Can you remember the womb? How, in the moments before birth, The lines were washed from the map That told the route you'd come?

Past, present, and future, the symbiosis of our lives, the old man continued quietly, gently. Our birth, our life, our death, all tied into a single package that we spend our time on this earth unwrapping. Sometimes we see clearly what it is we are looking at. Sometimes we do not. Sometimes things happen to distract or deceive us, and we must look more carefully at what it is we hold.

I am the mother of this child. I am the one who carries it in her body. I am the giver of its life. Yet I have almost nothing to say about its coming into the world.

Visions born of fear give birth to our failing. Visions born of hope give birth to our success

Once thought is pulled up short by a yearning that can only be known existentially, it is inevitable that conceptual discourse should give way to the birth of literature...

That the death of God involves the death of Man, along with the birth of a new form of humanity, is orthodox Christian doctrine, a fact of which Nietzsche seems not to have been aware.

Everything starts somewhere, though many physicists disagree. But people have always been dimly aware of the problem with the start of things. They wonder how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of dictionaries look up the spelling of words.