Quotes About Birth

My first intervention is to say, when your baby is born, just don't jump on your kid at night," Cohen says, "Give your baby a chance to self-soothe, don't automatically respond, even from birth.

In French, giving birth without an epidural isn't called "natural" childbirth. It's called "giving birth without an epidural" (accouchement sans péridurale).

French moms often ask me where I plan to deliver, but never how. They don't seem to care. In France, the way you give birth doesn't situate you within a value system or define the sort of parent you'll be. It is, for the most part, a way of getting your baby safely from your uterus into your arms.

Next to the fire is where you are born and where you die. Around the fire is where encounters are sealed.

Épicure a écrit : Chacun sort de la vie comme s'il était à peine né.

I pulled out the quilt I was making for my sister's baby. After years of barrenness, Ani was preparing for the birth of her first child in late summer. As fast as I sewed, I might get it done by the child's twelfth year.

Four other babies were born between me and my brother. There are no notches for them.

Bethlehem's peak season is—naturally—Christmas, when it celebrates not only the birth of Jesus, but its own birth, having been named on Christmas Eve 1741.

A whole people's tumble into raw, untested century began with one man, penning his serpentine sojourn up from slavery-- I am not quite sure of the exact place or exact date of my birth, but ... I must have been born somewhere and at some time. He began as another baby shoved directly into the wrong air.

Women, it is said, are inferior, amoral, animal and satanic. In which case, being born is either insulting, or meaningless.

Death is not the opposite of life but of birth - life is a continuous realm out of which we are born; that (as Plato says) we can dimly remember during our existence; and to which we return when we die - to that totality of life compared to which mortal existence seems but a dreamlike fragment.

Altri, come lui, proprio prima della mia nascita, avevano patito pene di ogni sorta per consentire a noi di provare soltanto piccoli dispiaceri.

I was born into all that, all that mess, the over-crowded swamp and the over-crowded sematary and the not-crowded-enough town, so I don't remember nothing, don't remember a world without Noise. My pa died of sickness before I was born and then my ma died, of course, no surprises there. Ben and Cillian took me in, raised me. Ben says my ma was the last of the women but everyone says that about everyone's ma. Ben may not be lying, he believes it's true, but who knows?

she is born in the breath of a cloud

I was superstitious. Today was a Monday. I was born on Monday. It was a good day to arrive in New York City. No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

Nadie puede decir de dónde proviene un libro, y menos que nadie la persona que lo escribe. Los libros nacen de la ignorancia , y si continúan viviendo después de escritos es sólo en la medidad en que no pueden entenderse.

Nimeni nu poate spune ce anume d? na?tere unei c?rti, ?i cu atât mai pu?in cel care o scrie. C?r?ile se nasc din ignoran?? iar dac? tr?iesc ?i dup? ce au fost scrise, asta se întâmpl? numai ?i numai pentru c? nu pot fi în?elese.

As someone special who was born from the house of Aaron the High Priest by the providence of God, John

I was born for a controversial world, and I cannot escape my destiny. John Quincy Adams

curious legend is extant respecting this king, to the effect that he was born in a city on the banks of the Euphrates, that his mother conceived him in secret and brought him forth in a humble place that she placed him in an ark of rushes and closed it with pitch that she cast him upon the river in the water-tight ark; that the river carried him along; that he was rescued by a man called Akki, who brought him up to his own trade; and that from this position the goddess Istar made him king.

The poem is born dark; it comes, as the result of a radical individuation, into the world as a language fragment, thus, as far as language manages to be world, freighted with world.

Wherever one went the world was blooming. And yet despair gave birth to poetry.

It really is possible to live in a state of Advent schizophrenia, where you celebrate the birth of the Messiah while actively denying your need for his birth, life, death, and resurrection.

If you're physically starving, you will groan, but spiritual starvation will make you groan too. So here's the good news of the Christmas story: the birth of Jesus is an invitation to the best, most satisfying dinner ever.