A person is born twice in life. 1nd. When he was born from “Mother”. 2nd. The moment he understood "Himself".

As far as we know, no woman in the history of the species has ever given birth and thought: “Wait a minute! How do I know that this baby is mine and not some other woman’s?” In contrast, if a baby comes out of the body of a woman you slept with nine months ago, that’s not nearly as reliable a clue. As an old saying has it, maternity is a matter of fact, paternity a matter of opinion.

Without a single grandparent or parent or uncle or aunt at her side, the baby’s birth, like most everything else in America, feels somehow haphazard, only half true. As she strokes and suckles and studies her son, she can’t help but pity him. She has never known of a person entering the world so alone, so deprived.

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

It is as well to be born in the first chapter as elsewhere, and though I have only secondary evidence as to the fact, believe it happened as related to me afterwards by my mother, who said the doctor found me in an old hollow log and, as our house happened to be nearest to the log in question, he wrapped me up in his cloak, carried me to the house and left me with mother.

At the moment of giving birth to a child, is the mother separate from the child? You should study not only that you become a mother when your child is born, but also that you become a child.

Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mother gives birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed but the mother, never. A mother is something new."

If we cannot even give a birth certificate to a child being born, how shall we be able to track their growth? We need to empower resilience which will help our people survive when we have a problem. If social protection grants were well managed, in future we would not want SAGE

Where is a book before it is born? Does a book grow like a tree? Who are a book's parents? Does a book need two parents -- a mother and a father? Can a book be born inside another book? And where is the parent book of books?

No man can remember the hour of his birth. Not because he has forgotten it. He has never consciously experienced it. Birth is a passage to a new consciousness and in the course of it what has been known before sinks into the subconscious.

There are two Births, the one when Light First strikes the new awak’ned sense;
The Other when two Souls unite; And we must count our life from thence:
When you lov’d me, and I lov’d you,
Then both of us were born anew.Love then to us did new Souls give, And in those Souls did plant new pow’rs;
Since when another life we live, The Breath we breathe is his, not ours;
Love makes those young, whom Age doth Chill,
And whom he finds young, keeps young still.

Those people you saw—the realborn—are born without a plan. They’re born because biology tells humans to make more humans; but it doesn’t consider what to do with them after that. Realborn go for years without the slightest clue what they’re going to do with themselves. From what I understand, some of them never actually figure it out. They just walk through life in a daze and then fall into their graves at the end of it. Sad. And inefficient.

The artist and the mother are vehicles, not originators. They don't create the new life, they only bear it. This is why birth is such a humbling experience. The new mom weeps in awe at the little miracle in her arms. She knows it came out of her but not from her, through her but not of her.