Quotes About Birth

Excuse me, Tex, the nurse said, hands on hips. 'Would you mind reining in the voice. There are babies being born in this hospital. We wouldn't want the first sound they hear to be your painful howling. There could be lawsuits.

Seeing that our birth involves the blending of these two things—the body, on the one hand, that we share with animals, and, on the other hand, rationality and intelligence, that we share with the gods—most of us incline to this former relationship, wretched and dead though it is, while only a few to the one that is divine and blessed.

The mass starts into a million suns; Earths round each sun with quick explosions burst, And second planets issue from the first. [The first concept of a 'big bang' theory of the universe.]

I wished for you to be born a daughter though we know that daughters cannot but be born for burning like the fatal tree.

The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born when we die - although it is the tragic fate of most individuals to die before they are born.

Most people die before they are fully born. Creativeness means to be born before one dies.

One bag contained the Confederate flag and a pouch filled with Virginia soil. Georgiana intended to give birth with the flag draped symbolically above the bed and the soil placed underneath to ensure that the baby was a true Virginian.)

Patriotism deliberately and with folly aforethought subordinates the interests of a whole to the interests of a part. Worse still, the fraction so favored is determined by an accident of birth or residence.

I doubt if any child is born without some measure of that vision and faculty divine which apprehends the supernatural.

we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

Our ancestors derived less from life than we do, but they also expected much less and were less intent on controlling the future. We are of the arrogant generations who believe a lasting happiness was promised to us at birth. Promised? By whom?

are you certain that a man's life begins with his birth?

He) was in love with the idea of revolution. Men like that, even when they turn their backs on their party and their comrades, can never let go of the idea: it's the secret god that rules their hearts. It is what makes them come alive; they revel in the danger, the exquisite pain. It is to them what childbirth is to a woman, or war to a mercenary.

They'd perfected this maneuver with the birth of Nica's fifth child and Taylor's namesake, the irrepressible Princess T.

For there are eunuchs who have been so from birth, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew tells us, through the genealogy, that the birth of Jesus will be good news not only to Jews but also to gentiles.

the census provides the Evangelist one more occasion to indicate Joseph's Davidic connection, and it also helps explain why "Jesus of Nazareth" was born not in Nazareth in Galilee.

The term manger is not just a bed of straw; it is a feeding trough.

Matthew offers other concerns: the response of the gentile nations to this Jewish king and, from Herod's reaction to the Magi's announcement of his birth, the clash between earthly and heavenly kingdoms.

Even without the angelic announcement, there are expectations placed especially on only children, or children born to comparatively older parents.

Women endure the labor of childbirth and men send themselves to war! But I gave birth to eight children and never once did I cry like I saw some of those men out there before they even fired their first shot! I think it has something to do with the unnaturalness of killing compared to the naturalness of giving birth.

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

The Final Poem A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow than wells. But I only give birth To seeds and to shells. My tongue becomes tangled in words: I no longer speak white, Nor utter black, Nor whisper gray of a wind-worn cliff, Barely do I glimpse a swallow, A shadow's brief glimmer, Or guess at an iris. Where are the words, The undying fire, The final poem? The source of life?

In those days, you must understand, children were basically thought to be inadequate adults. A child's nature was not something that could be developed, because character was set at birth; childhood was a period of revelation, not development, so when my language abilities appeared they were thought to have always existed, placed there by God, waiting to be made known.