Newborn Quotes

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

The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

Those eyes so ecstatic with the gleam of new life, the wide laugh that no doubt uses up so much of the breath contained in those tiny lungs.

Our parents would not be ‘The best parents in the world’ (to us) if they were not our parents.

I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn child's sweetness. Both are God's creations filled with precious innocence

Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.

Life is a process during which one initially gets less and less dependent, independent, and then more and more dependent.

To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.

We are all born artists. The nature generally doesn’t discriminate among newborns with respect to art. Yet most of us try very hard as we grow, without knowing, to stop being artists.

Nothing's scarier than having a sick child, and one so newly born, and so vulnerable. It's the worst thing for a parent.

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

It is a sign of immaturity to believe that being older than someone (automatically) makes you more (mentally) mature than them.

A photograph of a disposable diaper floating in the arctic miles away from human habitat fueled my daily determination to save at least one disposable diaper from being used and created. One cloth diaper after another, days accumulated into years and now our next child is using the cloth diapers we bought for our firstborn.

She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen, my daughter knew how to scream. She knew how to make herself heard. She knew how to reach out and latch on. She knew what she needed to do to survive. I didn’t know how it was possible that such perfection could have developed within a body as flawed as my own, but when I looked into her face, I saw that it clearly was.

A newborn is murderous/but can't do anything about it.

The most ironic thing in the world is having no say when your name is determined for the first time (which is also for the last time for most), because newborns are not necessarily known for speaking their minds.

For the newborn and wise, everything begins small.

How has he moved so quickly from childlike naïvité to existential panic?

If Mom is convinced that ballet lessons are a must, she shouldtake them.Although it may look odd to see a thirty-year old woman hang- ing onto a bar and flinging a slightly plump leg in the air, the sight is not as pathetic as seeing her seven-year old daughter grimly going through such motions just to please her mother, when she would prefer to be at home designing new doll clothes.Although some parents are never quite ready to accept this fact, the child is not one of our possessions. We don’t own him; we never will. We gave birth to his body; he may share some of our physical characteristics; but he does not inherit our desires.He’s a different person, a separate entity, with his own likes and dislikes.It’s a grave mistake to try to override a child’s power of choice in what he wants to be and do. Some parents do this in an attempt to live their lives through the child.

One of the main functions of a push-up bra is to lower the number of mothers who seem like mothers.

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

In soul of every newborn baby, words are waiting to be written.

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

[Magnus] held on to the boy, newborn in grave dirt and blood, and he wished that he had found him dead.