Nothing happens carelessly. We’re not brought into the world without reason, even though we may never understand the reason. An infant that lives an hour, that dies before it can lay eyes on those who made it, even that soul did not live without purpose: this is my sudden certainty.
The infant mortality rates are insanely high. The obesity epidemic is on the rise. It is all related.
I wish I'd been a mixed infant.
Killing a defective infant is not morally equivalent to killing a person. Sometimes it is not wrong at all.
Those who 'cursed the day they were born' must have been infant prodigies.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
Hitler admired Stalin, quite properly seeing himself as a mere infant in crime compared to his great exemplar.
I must oppose the use of federal funds for a policy of killing infants.
I love fear, and fear breeds creativity. It forces you to react instinctively, which is the essence of movement. Movement is a creativity - a sense of an emotional movement. And the more instinctual you can make that, the more pleasurable it is. It's like an infant drawing. You're completely uninhibited because creativity is a wonderful expression. Good or bad, who cares? That's part of the past. The act of creativity is what's interesting.
The infant is ten and he stays.
When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything. The bare fact of existence paralyses me- holds my mind in mortmain. To be alive is so incredible that all I do is to lie still and merely breathe- like an infant on its back in a cot. It is impossible to be interested in anything in particular while overhead the sun shines or underneath my feet grows a single blade of grass.
If you really want to change a culture to empower women improve basic hygiene and health care and fight high rates of infant mortality the answer is to educate girls.
Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.
Sacred Infant, all divine, What a tender love was Thine, Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this.
Infinite, and an infant. Eternal, and yet born of a woman. Almighty, and yet hanging on a woman’s breast. Supporting a universe, and yet needing to be carried in a mother’s arms. King of angels, and yet the reputed son of Joseph. Heir of all things, and yet the carpenter’s despised son.
I heart abortion. Where's the shirt for that, urban outfitters?! And it won't be a normal heart. It'll be a dead infant heart. Y'know what the back will say? Problem Solved.
The nurse is temporarily the consciousness of the unconscious, the love of life for the suicidal, the leg of the amputee, the eyes of the newly blind, a means of locomotion for the infant, the knowledge and confidence of the young mother, and a voice for those too weak to speak.
It didn't take elaborate experiments to deduce that an infant would die from want of food. But it took centuries to figure out that infants can and do perish from want of love.