Quotes About Birth

Ymir was a frost giant; he was evil from the first. While he slept, he began to sweat. A man and woman grew out of the ooze under his left armpit, and one of his legs fathered a son on the other leg.

Women died in childbirth, just as men did on the battlefield, and in both cases it was easier to convince the young and foolhardy to do it, to use them up before they were so old that their bodies refused to do what was necessary.

I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me, from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.

I realize that nothing is really normal. All it takes to alter normalcy is a death or a birth. Or just some misguided fear, love, or loneliness that never goes away.

We are not born with tears. Your first dozen cries are dry. It takes some time for the world to arrive and salt the eyes.

Whichever way you look there is a din of tumult; Whichever way you go there are flames and torches; For tonight this world is heavy with labour pain; To give birth to a world which will forever remain.)

I've known the taste of fear from birth. It was in my mother's milk.

the death toll on the Diamond and the Swallow was terrible. Between the two vessels, thirty-two passengers and crew—well over 10 percent of their total complement—had died at sea, their bodies thrown overboard. Somehow, during the crossing, perhaps at the height of the storm, two of the women passengers gave birth to babies. Not surprisingly given the circumstances, the two children, both boys, died in mid-Atlantic.

I carry it all with me, in the quiet pools and strong currents of my being. I fill my hands with the black dirt left by the river's birth. I believe that what I hold in my hands is memory: like the river, it takes what it touches, carrying it along until all that remains is the bed over which the water flows.

Being a biological mother just isn't part of my experience this time around. However, I am a mother who continues to give birth to ideas and ways of experiencing life that challenge the norm.

For the English, rock and roll has a lot to do with climbing over that country's class structure, kicking out the bars of their birth.

when my family headed out west, like any birth canal Rochester was forgotten.

In April 1933, Willie's mother, Myrle, gave birth to him in a manger somewhere along the old highway between Waco & Dallas. There were angels in attendance that night. Some of them, no doubt, flying too close to the ground:

Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie) Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)

Have you always been so large? (Nora) Aye. I came from my mother's womb at full height. The shock of it almost killed her. (Ewan)

When you were born, just a fresh babe, and I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew that we had to call you Bridie, after the blessed St. Brigid. I knew because the moment I set eyes on you, I saw you had holy fire in you, exactly like our own St. Brigid.

Horst was born precisely when Konrad was think- ing about Rechnender Raum for the first time (the common translation into English is Calculating Space but the phrase in his native German carries a lot more cognitive weight than its plain English counterpart, in light of the ideas treated in Zuse's piece: calculation, computation of nature, space and/or the universe).

When I think of the day you were born . . . the love I felt, like nothing else in my entire life, that fierceness . . ." She gripped my hand. "The fact that you did what you did, Harlow . . . you were so strong to do that. I want to go back in time and wrap you in my arms and take care of you and tell you how much I love you, my brave, good girl.

Jen told me most birth mothers wanted at least some contact with the adoptive family after the baby was born. I pictured my little brother, what it would be like to say goodbye to him over and over, leaving him with someone else, his sweet little face in the window as I drove away. "I don't think I will," I said after a minute. "It sounds like torture for both of us, to be honest.

My best friend just had a baby, and she's my age. So I'm a godmom now, which is crazy.

just as great personality acts upon society to alleviate, liberate, transform, and heal, so the birth of personality has a restoring effect upon the individual. It is as if a stream that was losing itself in marshy tributaries suddenly discovered its proper bed, or as if a stone that lay upon a germinating seed were lifted away so that the sprout could begin its natural growth.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

Without this playing with fantasy, no work has ever come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

A baby is Godís opinion that life should go on.