The birthing wolf,Her heart fed with tenderness,Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,Food to feed the universe.

While we cried at birth, others were rejoicing and while we smile to death, others were crying...irony of life

In birth all things are kindred, the sounds me make universal to any species. We enter wailing of a lost world.

It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet.

The French aren’t birthed; they’re hatched out of eggs. That’s why they make the best omelets.

In simple words, whatever you were born to do, you were equipped to do it. You are a whole equipment for success!

I think people over the age of 6’2” look great. Just look at me! I was born in less than 19.82 inches.

You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy.

My love started the day I was born. If you run you can probably catch up. Remember, think marathon—not sprint.

As I was wheeled into the operating room I pleaded withGod for one more day, one more week, one more month with her.

Of course, if 40% of women need oxytocin to progress normally, then something is wrong with the definition of normal.

The past you lost is just like a dream. As you woke up new lifestarts. So, your actual birthday will be your death day.

Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

33 old people went into a nursing home, and only 34 people came out alive. One old woman died while giving birth to twins.