Quotes About Birth

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Proud world, said I, cease your contest,And let the mighty babe alone.The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest.Love's architecture is his own.The babe whose birth embraves this morn,Made his own bed ere he was born.

Poor world (said I) what wilt thou doTo entertain this starry stranger?Is this the best thou canst bestow?A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?Contend, ye powers of heav'n and earth,To fit a bed for this huge birth.

Not yet born, already John prophesies," wrote Maximus of Turin, "and while still in the enclosure of his mother's womb, confesses the coming of Christ with movements of joy.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! William Wordsworth - Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

Pleasures in life are like a flowing river. You float away on them and are carried from lifetime to lifetime. They pursue you like hunter pursues his prey. The cycle of birth, death and rebirth goes on and on. It is a long journey for those who do not know the dharma.

Into this life of cruel wonder sent, Without a word to tell us what it meant, Sent back again without a reason why - Birth, life, and death - 'twas all astonishment.

And then the finale, its four modest notes. Do, re, fa, mi: half a jumbled scale. Too simple to be called invented. But the thing spills out into the world like one of those African antelopes that fall from the womb, still wet with afterbirth but already running.

Nothing anyone can do for anyone, except to recall: We are every second being born.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our Life's Star Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness. And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy.2

The English poet Wordsworth put it so beautifully: Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our Life's Star Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness. And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy.

All creation is groaning in one great act of giving birth. — ROMANS 8:22 I still have many things to say to you, but they would be too much for you now. — JOHN 16:12

The biblical symbol of the Universal and Eternal Christ standing at both ends of cosmic time was intended to assure us that the clear and full trajectory of the world we know is an unfolding of consciousness with "all creation groaning in this one great act of giving birth" (Romans 8:22).

When you first discharge your loyal soldier, it will feel like a loss of faith or loss of self. But it is only the death of the false self, and is often the very birth of the soul.

The opposite of faith is not doubt; the opposite of faith is control. You must leave the Garden, where there are angels with flaming swords to keep you from ever really returning. You must leave the womb to be born.

the civilization which had given birth to Bigger contained no spiritual sustenance, had created no culture which could hold and claim his allegiance and faith, had sensitized him and had left him stranded

Por vezes, penso que a esperança não pertence unicamente a cada um, que existe como um éter que se infiltra dentro de nós no momento do nascimento. in Meia-Noite ou O Princípio do Mundo.

Theophane gave birth to a magical ram named Krysomallos, who for some reason had wool made of gold. Eventually, Krysomallos would be skinned for his fleece, which became known as the Golden Fleece, which means I am related to a sheepskin rug.

Leto had two beautiful babies—a boy named Apollo and a girl named Artemis. They were born on the seventh day of the seventh month

Lord, I'm amazed that Jesus would be born in Bethlehem. I'm grateful that you use unknown places and people for your big plans.

Yo soy tu Creador. Te cuidé aun antes de que nacieras.

He's always been a politician. He was born a politician. No. Ursula thought, he was born a baby, like everyone else. And this is what he had chosen to become.

Yes, Mrs. Todd, a bonny, bouncing baby girl." Sylvie thought

he said that when the baby was born, if it was a boy, I was to call it Edward." "Edward?" Teddy repeated blankly. "After you." And for the first time in the whole of the war Teddy broke.