Quotes About Birth

Can't a person be born where they want to be born?

I'd like to thank my parents for not practicing birth control.

I am determined to enjoy each day to the fullest. I don't want to wish away Christmas. I want to enjoy these last moments of Advent and look forward to Jesus's birth with anticipation.

I will probably only give birth to two and then the rest will come to our family however it happens. I can only hold two, but you never know. I really want a boy because boys love their mamas!

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

Lying with lovers also belonged to night, and that made sense, for it was in the midst of true darkness that the first fire of life was born, flickering awake to drive back the unchanging absence of light. To lie with a lover was to celebrate the creation of fire. From this in the flesh to the world beyond.

Importance lies solely in the deeds done, the goals achieved. Time is preparation, nothing more. One prepares for as long as is required. To do this is to accept that planning begins at birth. You are born and before all else you are plunged into shadow, wrapped inside the holy ambivalence, there to suckle sweet sustenance.

But blood is the chain that can never break. (...) And, though we leave the house of our birth, it never leaves us.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured." "And, presumably, immeasurable as well." "For a few years at least. Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins.

We are born from darkness and to darkness we return. These are the truths you so fear, and in your fear discount.

Today, the empire is reborn. In violence and blood, as with all births. And what, when this day is done, shall we find lying in our lap? Eyes opening onto this world?

But blood is the chain that can never break. And, though we leave the house of our birth, it never leaves us. [...] Blood. Of course. This is how you break an unbreakable chain. By dying.

To carry a child is to age in one's bones. To weary one's blood. To stretch skin and flesh. Birthing splits a woman in two, the division a thing of raw agony. Splitting young from old. And the child needs, and the mother gives.

How does incoherence give birth to synchrony? It dawned on me one day that there was a straightforward way to frame the question as an exercise in differential equations: I needed to view incoherence as an equilibrium state and then calculate its stability.

Emma says after I was born I cried for days. She said I'd never shut up which is funny really because Dad says I never shut up now so maybe that's what happens, you get born and act the same your whole life.

I tell him everything as we walk. Maybe so he won't be disappointed being born into a place like this.

Jesus being born as a baby was God's way of laughing at a world trying to grow up too quickly.

Awkward approximations, dull stammerings which cannot convey my sense of exhilaration as I seem to burst impediments, to exceed bounds of the possible, to experience, in the ruins of the human, the birth of something utterly new.

The best time of my life has been the three instances where I have been there for the birth of my children. That is, nothing [else] has ever come close.

I was born by Cesarean section, but you can't really tell. Except that when I leave my house, I always go out the window.

I know when I'm going to die. My birth certificate has an expiration date on it.

Para mim, estar inocente significa não se ter nascido ou estar-se morto. Admito isto, estou pronto a reconhecer que há muitas espécies diferentes de culpa: uma culpa mais inocente do que a da maioria, e uma mais carregada, uma que transborda do sentimento da falta e outra que corre apenas gota a gota.

Het is altijd de eeuwige, voorgehouden waarheid die niemand ontgaan kan: dat men in 't zelfde vel blijft steken waarin men geboren is... dat men niet buiten de dingen kan die u omgeven, tenzij in den droom.

The Tartauchi and Beth…Gimel, they were beginning to conjoin. Such is the way monsters were conceived, at one time.