As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.
We know how we were born, but know not how we will die.
We do know that we are cheated from birth to the overcharge on our coffins.
I was born in a hospital. I do not want to die in one.
If I can’t have your babies, I’ll damn sure deliver them!
Do you need an invitation to live? You have one, it is called your birth certificate!
Just because it took place a few days before birth shouldn’t matter.
No one is born beneath this dance. This dance gives birth to you.
I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book: Aleph.(Note: bracketed text is mine.)… ‘I spoke to three scholars,’ [the character says...
If death is the end of life, what is birth the end of?