Quotes About Birth

No one is to blame. It is neither their fault nor ours. It is the misfortune of being born when a whole world is dying.

When we attach ourselves to national identities, then we enter into a cycle of conflict. I didn't choose where I was born or who to be or what people would call me.

Every 7 seconds there is a woman somewhere in the world giving birth to a child. We must find that woman and stop her!

This interruption broke the flow of whatever Redd was trying to tell them. And, by Navajo standards, such an interruption was rude. One let a speaker finish, and then waited to make sure he was indeed finished, before one spoke. But then Janet Pete was really Navajo only by blood and birth. She hadn't been raised on the Reservation in the Navajo Way. Had

We're all born in love, one love, but we pound it out of each other from birth, and every last lurch of our low-vibration dreary drama is just spastic desperation trying to find its way back to love.

Listen," said the Hemulen. "I was born bald on top and really I get along very well.

I saw death approaching down the corridor of time, where it has loitered since my birth, waiting to accompany my spirit back through the ethers to the Otherworld. With the touch of the divine, I see the sum total of my life, my deeds, all I have done, that which I leave undone and shall accomplish upon my returning.

JOHNNA: When a Cheyenne baby is born, their umbilical cord is dried and sewn into this pouch. Turtles for girls, lizards for boys. And we wear it for the rest of our lives. JEAN: Wow. JOHNNA: Because if we lose it, our souls belong nowhere and after we die our souls will walk the Earth looking for where we belong.

Your emotional understanding about the preciousness of your human birth comes through conscious, repetitive mind training.

But I didn't see why Mother needed another egg when she had me.

He was born on March 24, 1874, in Budapest, Hungary. His real name was Ehrich Weiss. But during his lifetime, Harry always said his birthday was April 6, because that is what his mother told him.

Our life is a constant journey, from birth to death. The landscape changes, the people change, our needs change, but the train keeps moving. Life is the train, not the station.

That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.

In order for the true energy of love to penetrate your soul, your soul must be as if you had just been born

Childbirth is normal until proven otherwise.

Just think about it. As midwives, we meet wildly interesting people and stay up all night with them. We ask them questions about their sex lives, eat their food, feel inside their bodies, snoop around their houses, drink champagne at all hours, and best of all, we get to catch delicious little naked, wet babies. What I can't figure out is, why doesn't everyone want to be a midwife?

Birth is painful and delightful. Death is painful and delightful. Everything that ends is also the beginning of something else. Pain is not a punishment; pleasure is not a reward.

Making good use of our limited time - the limited time from birth to death, as well as our limited time each day - is the key to developing inner steadiness and calm.

THE TRADITIONAL four reminders are basic reminders of why one might make a continual effort to return to the present moment. The first one reminds us of our precious human birth; the second, of the truth of impermanence; the third, of the law of karma; and the fourth, of the futility of continuing to wander in samsara.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

Just as our historical beginnings are utterly mysterious-why are we born? why when and as we are?-so too are the beginnings of works of art and of "artists.

Know thy birth! For dost thou art, and shalt to dust return.

We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.

The world goes on. People are born, and die, and others are born after them. It is only our own sadness that is so painful.