Quotes About Birth

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.

Stephen... you know how, when a baby is first born, it just cries at the sheer horror of being alive?

What is a neglected child? He is a child not planned for, not wanted. Neglect begins, therefore, before he is born.

hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias

It's worth a fellow's while to be born into the world, if only to fall right asleep

the whaleman is wrapped by influences all tending to make his fancy pregnant with many a mighty birth. No wonder, then, that ever gathering volume from the mere transit over the wildest watery spaces, the outblown rumors of the White Whale did in the end incorporate with themselves all manner of morbid hints, and half-formed foetal suggestions of supernatural agencies

D'ye mark him, Flask? whispered Stubb; the chick that's in him pecks the shell. 'Twill soon be out.

But indeed, nature herself seemed to have been his vintner, and at his birth charged him so thoroughly with an irritable, brandy-like disposition, that all subsequent potations were needless.

hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling;

Tell me, Briny," Natalie said, "are you still having fun?" He looked around at the noisy, crowded, evil-smelling ward, where the Polish women were helplessly bringing new life into a city which was being dynamited to death by the Germans, going through unpostponable birth pangs with the best care the dying city could give them. "More fun than a barrel of monkeys.

What matters is living with dignity, with decency, and without fear, in the way that best honors one's intelligence and one's birth. Part 2 THE FAITH

When a child is born to them, his relatives sit around and him and grieve over all the evils he will have to endure later, recounting all the things humans must suffer. But when someone dies, they have fun and take pleasure in burying him in the ground, reciting over him all the evils he has escaped and how he is now in a state of complete bliss.

Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn.

You're born and things stick to you. Some fall off, but most you carry around for the rest of your life. Let me be old and foolish when I grow up.

And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you— it's born with us the day that we are born.

It was the gray sea that bore you and the towering rocks, so sheer the heart in you is turned from us.

O my poor child. I bore you for sorrow, Nursed you for grief. Why? You should be Spending your time here by your ships Happily and untroubled by tears, Since life is short for you, all too brief. Now you're destined for both an early death And misery beyond compare. It was for this I gave birth to you in your father's palace Under an evil star.

High-hearted son of Tydeus, why ask about my birth? Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Mola at last gave a firm date for the rising: his telegrams read: 'On the 15th last, at 4 A.M., Helen gave birth to a beautiful child.' That meant when interpreted that the rising would begin in Morocco on 18 July at five o'clock in the morning.

I am more than just a Serious basketball fan. I am a life-long Addict. I was addicted from birth, in fact, because I was born in Kentucky.

It occurred to me then, as it has before, that that is what men are really for. Both sexes can do one thing specially well; women can give birth and men can kill.

For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.

Blind luck, to arrive in the world with your properly formed parts in the right place, to be born to parents who were loving, not cruel, or to escape, by geographical or social accident, war or poverty. And therefore to find it so much easier to be virtuous.

His accidental fortune was beyond calculation, to have been born in 1948 in placid Hampshire, not Ukraine or Poland in 1928, not to have been dragged from the synagogue steps in 1941 and brought here. His white-tiled cell – a piano lesson, a premature love affair, a missed education, a missing wife – was by comparison a luxury suite. If his life so far was a failure, as he often thought, it was in the face of history's largesse.