And when I was born, I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature; and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When my twin grandchildren, Linda and Lyeke, were born two years ago, it changed me. I felt it was the essence of what life is about, and I cried all day. When my son Pierre, their father, was born I didn't cry like that.
My mom says I was born screaming.
When I began singing, it was the first time I was happy in my life. As a baby, I would stop crying when I heard a great singer.
When my son was born, and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home, I burst into tears. It wasn't the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror.
It was hard for me to find my voice because I was, for so long, absorbed in my own world.
The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution - this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
All of us have moments in our childhood where we come alive for the first time. And we go back to those moments and think, This is when I became myself.
I was born on an even keel. Family lore says I never cried, even at birth. I felt at ease on earth, in the right place. And like many children, I took comfort in life's regularity: Every few days it rained, the school bus came and went, and my parents were rooted in their union.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.