Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Childhood is a fundamental part of all human lives, parents or not, since that's how we all start out. And yet babies and young children are so mysterious and puzzling and even paradoxical.
The fact that a baby can be born today and condemned to a life of hardship, struggle, and discrimination simply because of sex is enraging.
Life is the childhood of our immortality.
All humans change. Development is our life. Transition, in labor, is the most painful time. Without change, there's no growth.
A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back - it is already so far.
One of the most distinctive evolutionary features of human beings is our unusually long, protected childhood.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.
Birth is violent, and out of that violence is our only chance of rebirth.
Having a child is sowing the seeds of your own obsolescence: birth is the fuse that leads to that other thing. You appear, you replace yourself, you die.