Quotes About Birth

Complaint They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks. The door opens. I smile, enter and shake off the cold. Here is a great woman on her side in the bed. She is sick, perhaps vomiting, perhaps laboring to give birth to a tenth child. Joy! Joy! Night is a room darkened for lovers, through the jalousies the sun has sent one golden needle! I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

Do we fear death? Of course. But it is death that makes room for birth, and the cycle of life is as natural as the rise and fall of the Nile. Death is our last and greatest duty.

the young girl who slept waking in some suspension so completely physical as to resemble the state before birth and as far removed from reality's other extreme as Ellen was from hers

But Uncle Gavin says it don't take many words to tell the sum of any human experience; that somebody has already done it in eight: He was born, he suffered and he died.

Girls are born weaned and boys don't ever get weaned.

He turned doctor. One of his first patients was his wife. Possibly he kept her alive. At least, he enabled her to produce life, though he was fifty and she past forty when the son was born. That son grew to manhood among phantoms, and side by side with a ghost.

money, more than birth. Information. Very

He saw the thing the shell of gray paper had concealed. Horror. The spiral birth factory, stepped terraces of the hatching cells, blind jaws of the unborn moving ceaselessly, the staged progress from egg to larva, near-wasp, wasp. In his mind's eye, a kind of time-lapse photography took place, revealing the thing as the biological equivalent of a machine gun, hideous in its perfection. Alien.

How Buttercup slid from her womb was, of course, beyond her. But she had been there when it happened; that was enough for her.

O God! What a misfortune to be born! Born like a mushroom, doubtless between an evening and a morning

Tâm h?n tr? th? trong con ng??i nh? cái m?m trong h?t, không có m?m thì h?t không bao gi? m?c lên ???c. Và b?t k? nh?ng gì ?ang ch? ??i chúng ta ? trên ??i, s? th?t v?n ??i ??i b?t di?t, ch?ng nào con ng??i ta còn sinh ra và m?t ?i... (Con tàu tr?ng)

No j?va is ever born; there exists no cause to produce it. That is the highest Truth, where nothing is ever born'.

Indeed, certain is death for the born, and certain is birth for the dead; therefore, over the inevitable, you should not grieve.

As a rule I don't like suffering to no purpose. Suffering should be creative, should give birth to something good and lovely.

A man's life from birth to death was a series of transition rites which brought him nearer and nearer to his ancestors.

Seorang pahlawan tetap pahlawan, tidak peduli apa kastanya. Kemampuan lebih penting daripada kelahiran yang kebetulan." -Duryodana

Then there were those girls who became midwives: girls who could not get enough of the tiniest of babies - girls who would grow into women who absolutely reveled in the magnificent process of birth...The difference between a woman who becomes an OB and the women who becomes and midwife has less to do with education, philosophy or upbringing than with the depth of her appreciation for the miracle of labor and for life in its moment of emergence.

Man with Brain the Size of Tic Tac Mates with Amoeba Couple gives birth to giant adjusto; names him Dale

God has never made a failure; that he gave birth to you means you are a success. Success is in your DNA.

To become great, you have to be born great. If you are born again then you are the seed of Abraham. That means you have greatness in you!

Unwrapping the leftover currant bread at the Grotes' that evening, I tell them about my party. Mr. Grote snorts. "How ridiculous, celebrating a birth date. I don't even know the day I was born, and I sure can't remember any of theirs," he says, swinging his hand toward his kids. "But let's have that cake.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when the lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From the summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely, love divine Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.