The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
I'm certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.
If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
Is it so unjust that a man should leave the world by the same gate through which he entered it?
Life and death and birth is this fantastic mystery that we cannot fully grasp.
I like birthdays because we celebrate life with cakes. It's so cool. Sometimes when I see a baby, I'm like that much more cake in the world. But then when someone dies, I'm like the cake streak is over.
The primary ineluctable facts of the birth and death of each one of the constituent members in a social group determine the necessity of education.
...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
The babe is at peace within the womb, the corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end.
Human beings - they go on being born and dying, dying and being born. It's kind of boring, isn't it?
The mysteries of death and birth occupy women far more than is the case with men, to whom political and mercantile speculations are more congenial.
Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down
Birth into this life was the death of the embryo life that preceded; and the death of this will be birth into some new mode of being.
We wept when we were born though all around us smiled; so shall we smile when we die while all around us weep.
