Quotes About Birth

When you're born, you're pure. Unspoiled and trusting. Some say, it's the only time we're perfect. You're also born covered in blood and placenta. No one gets nostalgic about that.

How we come into this world, how we are ushered in, met, and hopefully embraced upon arrival, impacts the whole of our time on earth.

Because of this a special shrine may have been set aside in which women came to give birth, named by Mellaart the 'Red Shrine' because the plastered walls and floor were coloured red – the colour of life – throughout.

It turned out this man worked for the Dalai Lama. And she said gently-that they believe when a lot of things start going wrong all at once, it is to protect something big and lovely that is trying to get itself born-and that this something needs for you to be distracted so that it can be born as perfectly as possible.

when a lot of things start going wrong all at once, it is to protect something big and lovely that is trying to get itself born—and that this something needs for you to be distracted so that it can be born as perfectly as possible.

every single one of us at birth is given an emotional acre all our own.

to be born into this world exactly the way it is, into these exact circumstances, even if that meant not having a dad or an ozone layer, even if it included pets that would die and acne and seventh=grade dances and AIDS.

You weren't born a person of cringe and contraction. You were born as energy, as life, made of the same stuff as stars, blossoms, breezes. You learned contraction to survive, but that was then. You have paid through the nose - paid but good. It is now your turn to reap.

It gets darker and darker, and then Jesus is born." That line came back to me, from out of nowhere, and I decided to practice radical hope, hope in the face of not having a clue.

So how on earth can I bring a child into the world, knowing that such sorrow lies ahead, that it is such a large part of what it means to be human?

Each egg hatched a different way, but a crack at the right time speeded things up.

I believe nothing, and therefore like many who believe nothing, I must make something, and that something is the meaning which I give to my life. The saving of witches, the study of the supernatural, these are my lasting pleasures; they make me forget that I do not know why we are born, or why we die, or why the world is here.

We are all born without our consent. Should it really be so thoroughly shattering to be reborn the same way.

It seemed to me in my wild and passionate soul, in my newborn vampiric heart, that the Magi had come only for Christ's birth but for my rebirth as well.

el dolor se hallaba en todas partes, que formaba parte del proceso de la vida en la misma medida que el nacimiento y la muerte.

Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor. And the landscape in which the protein starts shapes its end as surely as bowls shape water.

I don't know what it is about fecundity that so appalls. I suppose it is the teeming evidence that birth and growth, which we value, are ubiquitous and blind, that life itself is so astonshingly cheap, that nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and that with extravagence goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives, Henle's loops and all. Every glistening egg is a memento mori.

Todo el mundo estaba condicionado por el lugar donde nacía, confinado por sus propias creencias, pero al menos había que intentar que la mente se desarrollara más allá de dichos límites. De lo contrario, era como su uno viviera en una reserva, adorando a un puñado de falsos dioses.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

Al igual que el resto del mundo, nací desnuda.

she was born from the foam that arose when Ouranous's genitals landed in the sea—

Is it not a wondrous thing, to see your child born?" He nodded. "Indeed. But I'll tell you what is no less wondrous to me right now. That after a woman endures all this, why she is then willing to let any man ever again get within ten feet of her bed!

It's not just that life is cruel, but that in the very process of our birth we submit to life's cruelty

It isn't his fault he was born without a personality. You don't get to choose your gene pool.