Quotes About Birth

It's in our genetics. It's why women are the master species. We give birth and we can walk in heels.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. ~Rajneesh

de que nacieras, te amaba Antes de que tuvieras una hora de nacido, hubiera muerto por ti Este es el milagro del amor.

Goodness is a triumph. And so it is / with love. Love is not the part / we are born with that flowers / a little and then wanes as we / grow up. We cobble love together / from this and those of our machinery / until there is suddenly an apparition / that never existed before.

Your baby comes into the world with a biological program expecting to see conditions similar to that past.

Nearly a third of babies born in hospitals in the United States are delivered via cesarean section, often due to the cautionary nature of modern obstetrical practice.2 Among seventeen thousand home births in a recent study conducted by the Midwives Alliance of North America, only 5.2 percent needed to go the hospital for a C-section.

O Nobly Born, now there is born in you exceeding compassion for all those living creatures who have forgotten their true nature. —Mahamudra text of Tibetan yogi Longchenpa

Unlike societies that employed baroque procedures for distinguishing between legitimate and illegitimate children, the Mongols accepted all children as equal. No child could be born without the consent of the Eternal Blue Sky. No earthly law or custom could presume to declare the child illegitimate.

The first birthday is the key to identity.

One after the other, they were buried under that sky and neither they nor I knew if it was the one under which we'd been born.

Even though people may be well known, they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth, marriage and death.

In your life, if you're lucky enough, you are born during a moment in time when the world is ready for the change you're bringing.

Back then, that was as far as Iris could see—pregnancy, then birth, then a baby. She hadn't thought of the shame that would force her mother to move them out of Bushwick. Hadn't thought about the baby growing into a child and one day that child becoming her own age—and older than that.

You have that syndrome that chronically sick kids get, like overdeveloped conscience syndrome," she announced. "You made that up." Juliet laughed. "I did. You have it though. You always feel like you're inconveniencing somebody." "I am always inconveniencing somebody. I'm an inconvenient person." "But you're not. We didn't ask to be born this way, Allie. The world owes you one. Not the other way around.

Faith has to come to birth as a free act, not a forced one. Otherwise it has no meaning.

In other words, the man who is born into existence deals first with language; this is a given. He is even caught in it before his birth.

A certificate tells me that I was born. I repudiate this certificate: I am not a poet, but a poem. A poem that is being written, even if it looks like a subject.

I WAS BORN on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pépin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth. The midwife lined a shoebox with dishtowels and put me inside, placing the makeshift incubator between two bricks that had been warmed on the stove.

Era del signo de Aries, y la descripción de los que han nacido bajo ese signo, tal como aparece en obras de astrología, le va como un guante. Conseguí, al otro lado del semáforo, que

I was an easy birth, and I have never regretted it. Not even for a visit would I return to the womb. I never sleep in the fetal position, but on my back or stomach, legs flung wide. I stay out of hot dark closets. I choose rooms with windows, full of moving air. I like scattered light, a moon, stars, but will settle for anything, even that greenish glow found nowhere in nature of a Santa Monica Freeway sign.

It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.

Unhappiness] comes to you. You come into the world screaming. You cry when you're born because your lungs expand. You breathe. I think that's really kind of significant. You come into the world crying, and it's a sign that you're alive.

In every child who is born, under no matter what circumstances, and no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again; and in him, too, one more, and of each of us, our terrific responsibility towards human life; towards the utmost idea of goodness, of the horror of error, and of God.

In every child who is born, under no matter what circumstances, and no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again.