57 Birth Quotes

Some decent regulated pre-eminence, some preference (not exclusive appropriation) given to birth, is neither unnatural, nor unjust, nor impolite.

About the only thing we have left that actually discriminates in favor of the plain people is the stork.

Every new baby is a blind desperate vote for survival: people who find themselves unable to register an effective political protest against extermination do so by a biological act.

We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain, We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, But we know that we rose and walked, that after a while We shall lie down again.

I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the clubfooted ghoul come near me.

I helped deliver one of my best friend's children ... I just was so amazed by my friend, because she was not just a woman, she was not just a mother. At that moment she was creation; she was life; she was God. And as I looked in her eyes, BOOM, her pussy exploded.

'I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged needing a shave and shouted 'Time Square, and step on it!''

The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.

It was the winter wild While the Heav'n-born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

When our baby stirs and struggles to be born it compels humility: what we began is now its own.

Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she [Nature] abandon to cries and lamentations.

My mother groan'd! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Truth...never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

It's... a transcendental act. Making life. I thought about that when I was carrying Miles. 'By this act, I bring one death into the world.' One birth, one death, and all the pain and acts of will between.

I am not yet born; forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyond me, My life when they murder by means of my Hands, my death when they live me.

My son - and what's a son? A thing begot Within a pair of minutes, thereabout: A lump bred up in darkness.

I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child.

It's not easy being me. When I was born the doctor told my mother, 'I did all I could, but he pulled through anyway.'

Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race.

This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.

The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay; with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame: The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame, Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue...

What crime have we commited in order to be born?

I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child.

The midwife bustled out to the four in the antechamber and announced that the Almighty (who had recently become a Protestant) had seen fit to bless milady with a son.

He let out a yell of joy. They danced round the room. Pressure of population was such that reproduction had to be strict, controlled. Childbirth required government permission. For this moment, they had waited four years. Incoherently they cried their delight.

They claim everyone was born, but I don't recall it. Maybe I was having one of my blackouts.

I was there at the birth, Out of the cloudburst, The head of the tempest. Murderer! Murder of calm...

Here comes the sunshine Here comes that son of mine Here comes the everything Here's a song and a song for him.

I stayed in my van for two days outside Breach Candy hospital to be near Gauri when she delivered our second child. I left Aryan at Juhi's house. In between I would get frantic telephone calls on my cell phone about how Aryan was scandalizing the servants and members of Juhi's family by stripping and running buck naked through the house shouting 'Look at me! I'm Tarzan!' It's his favourite ploy to get attention, which he needs in a constant and undivided manner. I think he's going to grow up to be an actor.

What did you feel when u first held the baby?

About a year ago, my girlfriend was on the pill, wearing a diaphragm, and an IUD all at once. Recently, she had a baby; baby was born wearing armor.

I was born by Caesarean section, but you really can't tell... except that when I leave my house, I always go out the window...

Como no me he preocupado de nacer, no me preocupo de morir.

Where did you come from baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here.

Although it is generally known, I think it's about time to announce that I was born at a very early age.

I was stillborn. The midwives laid me aside, thought I was really gone. I laid there about an hour, and they picked me back up and tried again, 'cause my body was still warm. The Good Lord brought me back.

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud 'hurrahs,' sent from deep-chested men, Lifted the midnight mist from off the glen In celebration of his natal hour.

I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me.

The day of your birth leads you to death as well as to life.

If you have a faith, it is statistically overwhelmingly likely that it is the same faith as your parents and grandparents had. No doubt soaring cathedrals, stirring music, moving stories and parables, help a bit. But by far the most important variable determining your religion is the accident of birth. The convictions that you so passionately believe would have been a completely different, and largely contradictory, set of convictions, if only you had happened to be born in a different place. Epidemiology, not evidence.

Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth but being mounted bareback on the earth?

I was born in Italy on the 17th May 1279 in a castle in the city of Carmona.