Quotes About Birth

He had seen how improbable it is that we should come from one another and how improbable it is that we do come from one another. Birth, succession, the generations, history—utterly improbable. He had seen that we don't come from one another, that it only appears that we come from one another.

We must learn to die daily to the known and limited, accepting our outer lives are but an offering to the inner spirit. Then everyday will be a new birth into eternity.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

MCCOY The nearest thing I can figure out is that they're born pregnant. It seems to be a great timesaver... KIRK (sourly) Really? MCCOY From all I can find out, they seem to be bisexual, reproducing at will. (glancing around) And they have a lot of will.

Every baby born is a gamble, but that doesn't stop the human race from making babies, does it?

Did you hear about the baby just born that was both sexes? It had a penis and a brain. —overheard at the University of Oregon Medical School

Most babies come into the world crying or gasping or snotting. Not Tiny Cooper. He comes into the world singing.

Cain wonders for the first time, whether a child is born with the man already inside him waiting to emerge; or if there is only blankness, a void inside ready to be filled with whatever might be placed there.

Given all the time I've spent in the country, you'd think I might have seen a calf being born, but this was a first for me. The biggest surprise was how nonplussed the expectant mother was. For a while she lay flat on the grass, panting. Then she got up and began grazing, still with those feet sticking out. "Really?" I said to her. "You can't go five minutes without eating?

My father reminds me that according to Midrash - the ever-evolving commentary upon the Hebrew scriptures - when you arrive in the world as a baby, your hands are clenched, as though to say, Everything is mine. I will inherit it all. When you depart from the world, your hands are open, as though to say, I have acquired nothing from the world.

This was shortly after waking up one morning and realizing that government and god were interchangeable and that most of the people in the landscape of my birth insisted on having one or both determine the form of their lives.

I'm small, I'm young - and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

we wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy

Truly I am in a sacred cosmic womb, a place where everything is born, and it is my sweet luck to behold its living core. My hands naturally come together in reverent worship.

This book was born as I was hungry. Let m eexplain.

You don't know you're born. You don't. You don't know you're born

It was the usual story of penniless young men, who think themselves obliged by their birth to choose a liberal profession and bury themselves in a sort of vain mediocrity, happy even when they escape starvation, notwithstanding their numerous degrees.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.

Kossola was born circa 1841, in the town of Bantè, the home to the Isha subgroup of the Yoruba people of West Africa. He was the second child of Fondlolu, who was the second of his father's three wives. His mother named him Kossola, meaning "I do not lose my fruits anymore" or "my children do not die any more.

De girl baby ain't born and her mama is dead, dat can git me tuh spend our money on her. Ah told yo' before dat you got de keys tuh de kingdom. You can depend on dat.

As author, she functions as "a midwife participating in the birth of a body of folklore,…the first wondering contacts with natural law." The myths she describes so accurately are in fact "alternative modes for perceiving reality," and never just condescending depictions of the quaint.

She must lend her ears to the sounds of mighty words boiling out of futile men. She must bear something in male form, for after all that is what she was born for—a passageway for boy children.

Actually, I was born Adam Zachary Orth. Zak is short for my middle name. I was never called Adam.