Quotes About Birth

It often seemed to Eric that he was trapped and that he had been from the moment of his birth.

I was born on July 23rd, 1906, in Sarajevo in the province of Bosnia, which then belonged to the Austrian-Hungarian Monarchy and later, in 1918, became part of Yugoslavia.

The moment I gave birth to my son, Eli, was the happiest in my life. He changed my world. My identity had always been shaped by my career - I thought of myself first as a physician and a public health official - but suddenly I thought of myself first, second, and third as a mother.

I was born with a black eye. When they pulled me out with the forceps, they clamped them round my face, so I had a big bruise from that.

In fact I have nightmares about having children. I want to carry a baby and feel the life within me and in my dream, I do. But every time after it's born, there's this incredible fear, this pounding pulse of fear. It's a real bad nightmare.

I was a disappointment to my parents before I drew my first breath. After five boys, they had been praying for a girl and were convinced their prayers would be answered. So when Dad rang the hospital from a public phone and heard about my arrival, he started kicking and punching the kiosk.

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.

It is fortunate, I think, that nature is not bounded by human reason and by laboratory work and experimentation, for by the laws of pure reason and by microscopic investigation, it might easily have been proved, long before this, that children could not be born.

People don't like it when you compare the miracle of childbirth to writing a book, but I think there is some overlap in the two because they are both pure agony.

No child should be raised in a system. A system isn't a parent. Even the system knows this, which is why the Children and Family Services Division puts so much effort into finding permanent homes for the kids who are never going to be reunited with their birth parents.

When I was born my parents lived in a flat so small that it now legally can't be rented out as a dwelling.

My mother made the courageous decision to flee a tyrannized Cuba in the 1950s and bring her children to the United States, where I was born.

I was a lawyer and I loved it, but my Francesca was born, and a divorce followed way too soon after.

At some major events - your birth and death, for example - while you may be the center of attention, the events are managed by others and are more important to the people around you.

In all of life, I've never heard of a C-section where a scalpel goes too deep and actually slices into the baby's forehead. Or even touches the baby's forehead.

I do believe in that thing about the reading audience being very important to the formation of the novel at its birth.

The family you are born into is by chance and I am fortunate to be born into this family and be connected to some really cool people.

The Founding Fathers gave birth to a new type of nation.

Frankly, I'll believe in horoscopes the day I can describe my personality to an astrologer and they tell me what date I was born.

Jesus was not born on December 25th. There's carbon evidence of it. That freaks people out.

Man always dies before he is fully born.

himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when

was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her

Now I find the stack of chapters I called Under Magnolia. Why, after many years, even open these flowered folders? Dare alla luce, the Tuscans say at the birth of a baby, to give to the light.