Birth (calving in livestock and some other animals, whelping in carnivorous mammals) is the act or process of bearing or bringing forth offspring at the end of a pregnancy.
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- He is born naked, and falls a whining at the first.
- Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Part I, Section II. Mem. 3. Subsect. 10.
- A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone.
- We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?
- As some divinely gifted man,
Whose life in low estate began,
And on a simple village green;
Who breaks his birth's invidious bar.
- Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 70.
- Esaw selleth his byrthright for a messe of potage.
- Chapter heading of the Genevan version and Matthew's Bible of Genesis XXV. (Not in authorized version).
- And show me your nest with the young ones in it,
I will not steal them away;
I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet—
I am seven times one to-day.
- Jean Ingelow, Songs of Seven, Seven Times One.
- Lest, selling that noble inheritance for a poor mess of perishing pottage, you never enter into His eternal rest.
- William Penn, No Cross no Crown, Part II, Chapter XX, Section XXIII.
- Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.
- Pliny the Elder, Natural History, Book VII, Section II.
- The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.
- The Psalter. Psalms. CX. 3.
- "Do you know who made you?" "Nobody, as I knows on," said the child, with a short laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considerably; for her eyes twinkled, and she added—
"I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody never made me."
- Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin, Chapter XXI.
- When I was born I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.
- Wisdom of Solomon, VII. 3.