The light at the end of the tunnel is just you with the chance to be born again.

You are not an accident. Your birth was no mistake or mishap, and your life is no fluke of nature. Your parents may not have planned you, but God did. … Long before you were conceived by your parents, you were conceived in the mind of God. He thought of you first. It is not fate, nor chance, nor luck, nor coincidence that you are breathing this very moment. You are alive because God wanted to create you!

I was born to strange sights. Things invisible to see… I know where all past years are, and who cleft the Devil’s foot.

Because someday, even I might be able to find the reason I was born. I might meet someone who needs me.

It’s nice… people giving birth because they want children.

People aren’t born social. Sure it comes easier to some people… but most people, like you, need to work at it. Some more than others.

When we’re born, all we have are desires for food and material things. Selfish instincts, I guess.

This birth thing. And this death thing. Each one had it’s turn. We entered alone and we left alone. And most of us lived lonely and frightened and incomplete lives. An incomparable sadness descended up on me. Seeing all that life that must die. Seeing all that life that would first turn to hate, to dementia, to neuroses, to stupidity, to fear, to murder, to nothing – nothing in life and nothing in death.

Black women were beautifully created at birth. We were blessed with melanin in our skin, which makes us Exquisitely Beautiful. From the lightest to the darkest skin tone, our melanin is Fiercely Poppin’ on Purpose.

You’re so hot, you should have been born with a warning label.

The born-again Christian sees life not as a blurred, confused, meaningless mass, but as something planned and purposeful.

Strength does not have to be a thing that you’re born with, it can be developed.

A man is not born strong, he makes himself that way.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

I, on the other hand……I was born in the Sohma Compound and have lived here all my life. Life outside these walls…is a complete mystery to me……but I…now that I’ve…reached this age, it’s too late. I’ve spent…forty years…fifty years…sixty years…building my life here. It’s too late for me to change it now. I can’t change it. I…I’m…just…too old…for this…It’s impossible…for me to change…everything…

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

The old has passed away…the new has come.

I was born on a full moon. Both my children were born on full moons, too. Some people say that’s scary. It is what it is, man, I don’t be trippin’. I couldn’t tell God when I wanted to be born.

I don’t have the courage to bear a child. I’m thrilled to carry your child, Katsuya, but…children are human beings, right? Do I even have the right to give birth to another human being…? I haven’t lived a decent life by any standard, I know that. So I don’t know if I can give birth to another human being. If I’m fit to raise another human being. What if I can’t…? What if they’re unhappy because of me…? If they’re bullied because of me? What if they get hurt or cry? What if they tell me they wish they’d never been born?

It was a love born from my selfishness. But the way Kyo-kun would call my name…his awkwardness…somewhere along the line…it became real. I honestly was chasing after him for real.

What was bad? Where did it go wrong? Should I have never been born?

Since all twelve members of the Zodiac have been born…and as long as we’re alive, there won’t be any more…

Kids come into the world with clean hearts, fresh starts.

I do think that some people are born as old souls.

None of our kids come into the world knowing anything about disliking one another.

I don’t think anyone is born with a reason to live. It’s something you have to find for yourself.

My mom told me it’s better to trust people than to doubt them. She said that people aren’t born with kind hearts.

American by birth. Trucker by choice.

I was born in the city that never sleeps so perhaps insomnia is my birthright.

Owen: Get your lazy behind out here and put that in back!
Neal: Oh, no, no. We’ve got it.
Del: It’s very heavy.
Owen: She don’t mind. She’s short and skinny, but she’s strong. Her first baby – come out sideways. She didn’t scream or nothin’.
Del: Isn’t that something. You’re a real trooper!

The world is new every morning. This is God’s gift, and every man should believe he is reborn each day.

Each individual is born into life as a creation from the source, and as an inhabitant and visitor to this planet.

Is not man born with a love of change—an Englishman to be discontented—an Anglo-Indian to grumble?

Her son? You came out of her vagina? I was all up in that shit last night!