#birth

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. ↗

— May Sarton

#dark #flowers #life #life

The most racking pangs succeeded: a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#hyde #jekyll #rebirth #robert-louis-stevenson #transformation

You were born, and with you endless possibilities―very few ever to be realized.  It's okay.  Life was never about what you could do, but what you would do.  ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#birthday #drive #effort #hope #possibilities

So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn't like my parents. I didn't have any supposedly sacred piece of land or shoals of friends to leave behind. Nowhere has the number zero been of more philisophical value than in the United States.... and when the [train] plunged into a tunnel under New York City, with it's lining of pipes and wires, I was out of the womb and into the birth canal. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#new-york-city #rebirth #life

God schedules a birthday, not man. ↗

— Robert A. Bradley

#calendar #children #hurry #life #patience

Later on Lady Maccon was to describe that particular day as the worst of her life. She had neither the soul nor the romanticism to consider childbirth magical or emotionally transporting. So far as she could gather it mostly involved pain indignity and mess. There was nothing engaging or appealing about the process. And as she told her husband firmly she intended never to go through it again. ↗

— Gail Carriger

#life

Let the juices that are stirred into new life flow at this creative bloodletting of our artistic beings. (Zoltan Galos) ↗

— ZJ Galos

#renewal #life

My whole being is a dark chant that will carry you perpetuating you to the dawn of eternal growths and blossomings in this chant I sighed you, oh in this chant, I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire. ↗

— فروغ فرخزاد

#forugh-farrokhzad #infatuation #iran #love #passion

And what agony, thought Krug the thinker, to love so madly a little creature, formed in some mysterious fashion (even more mysterious to us than it had been to the very first thinkers in their pale olive gloves) by the fusion of two mysteries, or rather two sets of a trillion of mysteries each; formed by a fusion which is, at the same time, a matter of choice and a matter of chance and a matter of pure enchantment; thus formed and then permitted to accumulate trillions of its own mysteries; the whole suffused with consciousness, which is the only real thing in the world and the greatest mystery of all. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#child #consciousness #love #love

I'd just done the most important thing a person can ever do. I'd made life. At the very instant he was put into my arms, I loved this new person more than anyone but a mother can understand. ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#love #motherhood #love