Why had no one told me that my body would become a battlefield, a sacrifice, a test? Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers? But of course there is no way to tell this or to hear it. Until you...
Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
Fear not, the time is coming Fear not, your bones are strong Fear not, help is nearby Fear not, Gula is near Fear not, the baby is at the door Fear not, he will live to bring you honor Fear not, the hands of the midwife are clever Fear not, the earth...
Just as there is no warning for childbirth, there is no preparation for the sight of a first child... There should be a song for women to sing at this moment, or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough t...
I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.
They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard ...
The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.
