Quotes About Birth

But we forget so much when we're born he says. Being born, it's as if you go inside a building. You lock yourself inside a building with no windows to see out. And after you're inside any building long enough, you forget how the outside looked. Without a mirror, you'd forget your own face.

DoÄŸumunuz, hayat?n?z boyunca düzeltmeye çal??aca??n?z bir hatad?r.

Why do you insist the universe is not a conscious intelligence, when it gave birth to conscious intelligences?

Haber nacido me ha estropeado la salud.

I was born alive. Isn't that punishment enough?

I think babies cry when they're born because they're born with the knowledge of all the terrible shit that's gonna happen to them. That's why I never had kids. Every life is a death sentence. We just forget it later in life, like dreams we lose the second we wake up. Whether we worry about it or not, the shit's still going to fly. The important thing is we're here. At least for now.

This idea stayed with me for several years before I found an adequate way to express it. I called the sea Quiddity, and slowly developed a mythology around it. Human beings would enter Quiddity, the dream-sea, three times, I decided. Once when they were born, once when they slept beside the person they would love most in their lives, and once before they died. Three life-changing immersions in the sea of the unconscious. Three confrontations with the secret show of our dreams.

Ä°nsanlar doÄŸduklar? zaman iyidir ama dünya onlar? kötüleÅŸtirir. Dünya zaten hep kötüdür ve her gün daha da kötü bir yer hâline gelir.

Tu as mis au monde un fleuve de larmes, ma mère. J'ai pris le voile, ma mère.

The seeds of life—fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by earthly limbs and flesh that's born for death.

Maia genitum

What a phantasmagoria the mind is and meeting-place of dissemblables! At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing.

Here is Lady Winchilsea, for example, I thought, taking down her poems. She was born in the year 1661; she was noble both by birth and by marriage; she was childless; she wrote poetry, and one has only to open her poetry to find her bursting out in indignation against the position of women:

Drawing her life from the lives of the unknown who were her fore-runners, as her brother did before her, she will be born. As for her coming without that preparation, without that effort on our part, without that determination that when she is born again she shall find it possible to live and write her poetry, that we cannot expect, for that would be impossible. But I maintain that she would come if we worked for her, and that so to work, even in poverty and obscurity, is worth while.

Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.

In a sense, we are all crashing to our death from the top story of our birth ... and wondering with an immortal Alice at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles - no matter the imminent peril - these asides of the spirit ... are the highest form of consciousness.

I don't think anyone's Self 2 needs improvement from birth to death. It has always been fine. I, more than anyone, need to remember that. Yes, our backhands can improve, and I'm sure my writing can get better; certainly our skills in relating to each other on the planet can improve. But the cornerstone of stability is to know that there is nothing wrong with the essential human being.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Babies are bits of stardust, blown from the hand of God. Lucky the woman who knows the pangs of birth, for she has held a star.

The full-blooded description of this truth, the recognition and dramatization of a political cycle of birth, death, rebirth, defeat, renewal—this is true tragedy, in which absolute loss and devastation, Nothing is arrived at, and from this Nothing, something new is born.

O Walid, todos decian que estabas inspirado por los djins. Yo soy el djin que te observaba al nacer

Porque parir es pasar de un estadio a otro. Es un quiebre espiritual. Y, como todo rompimiento, duele. El parto no es una enfermedad para curar. Es el pasaje a otra dimensión. Ahora bien, "partir" del mundo de las formas solo es posible si alguien nos sostiene. Si contamos con un acompañamiento amoroso por parte de un profesional o un ser querido dispuesto a mirarnos y a estar a nuestro servicio.

is where I was born," he said. "Only that. I am supposed to be where I go.

but even more than that, she could have been born anywhere in the world, and to anyone, she and her loved ones suffering in ways she could barely fathom when she listened to the international news.