Quotes About Birth

Mary is the only possible witness to Jesus's conception and birth. And Luke is a credible witness to Mary's "pondering.

Without Christ, the world was a joyless place and any place where he remains unknown and unaccepted is a joyless place. Everything has changed since Christ's birth yet everything remains to be changed as people come to receive the child in faith.

In order that Christ's body might be shown to be a real body, He was born of a woman. In order that His Godhead might be made clear, He was born of a virgin.

Allegorically (St. Cyril of Alexandria, Catena of the Greek Fathers): the setting of Christ's birth points us to the Eucharist. Since through sin man becomes like the beasts, Christ lies in the trough where animals feed, offering them, not hay, but his own body as life-giving bread.

In life like a flood, in deeds like a storm I surge to and fro, Up and down I flow! Birth and the grave An eternal wave, Turning, returning, A life ever burning; At Time's whirring loom I work and play God's living garment I weave and display.

Spirit: In floods of being, in action's storm, Up and down I wave, To and fro I flee, Birth and the grave, An infinite sea, A changeful weaving, An ardent living; The ringing loom of Time is my care, And I weave God's living garment there

In what manner does the countenace of the sky at the moment of a man's birth determine his character? It acts on the person during his life in the manner of the loops which a peasant ties at random around the pumpkins in his field: they do not cause the pumpkin to grow, but they determine its shape. The same applies to the sky: it does not endow man with his habits, history, happiness, children, riches, or a wife, but it moulds his condition....

out of the following lineage and circumstances: from the seed of the woman (any possible man).

We can become anything. That is why injustice is impossible here. There may be the accident of birth, there is no accident of death. Nothing forces us to remain what we were.

Remember the Medici tomb with the figures of Night and Day, Dusk and Dawn? Two reclining men and two reclining women. The women modestly fold their legs together. Both men part their legs and, pushing, lift their pelvises, as though waiting for a birth. Not a birth of flesh and blood and not – heaven forbid – of symbols either. The birth they await is of the indescribable and endless mystery which their bodies incarnate

One does not become an outcast by birth, one does not become a Brahmin by birth. It is by deed that one becomes an outcast, it is by deed that one becomes a Brahmin." The

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.

O sad, sad hills! O cold, cold hearth! In sorrow he learned this truth — One may return to the place of his birth, He cannot go back to his youth.

The church is, as Paul declares, founded on the doctrine of Apostles and Prophets [Eph 2:2]; but these men [of the Roman Catholic Church] speak as if they imagined that the mother owed her birth to the daughter.

It   is a horrible thing to pour out seed besides the intercourse of man and   woman. Deliberately avoiding the intercourse, so that the seed drops on   the ground, is double horrible. For this means that one quenches the   hope of his family, and kills the son, which could be expected, before   he is born.

A Babe on the breast of a Maiden he lies, Yet sits with the Father on high in the skies; Before him their faces the Seraphim hide, While Joseph stands waiting, unscared, by his side. . . . O wonder of wonders, which none can unfold, The Ancient of Days is an hour or two old; The Maker of all things is made of the earth, Man is worshiped by Angels, and God comes to birth.

The denominational world tries to pressure its members to focus on the birth of Christ, but in doing so layers of guilt are imposed, and competition gets complicated as one Christmas program tries to outdo the other.

The emphasis on the birth of Christ tends to polarize our pluralistic society and create legal and ethnic belligerence.

Perhaps other souls than human are sometimes born into the world, and clothed in human flesh. —Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Uncle Silas (1864)

I could not live without seasons, for in seasons are reflected in the rhythms of our existence: of birth and maturity, or decline and decay, yet always with the promise of renewal for those who remain.

Perhaps other souls than human are sometimes born into the world, and clothed in human flesh. —

The name of God is the name of the chance for something absolutely new, for a new birth, for the expectation, the hope, the hope against hope (Rom. 4:18) in a transforming future. Without it we are left without hope and are absorbed by rational management techniques.

Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.

The purpose of our lives is to give birth to the best which is within us.