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It sometimes happens, even in the best of families, that a baby is born. This is not necessarily cause for alarm. The important thing is to keep your wits about you and borrow some money. ~Elinor Goulding Smith
A baby dances with its feet in the air ~Ruth Krauss (1901–1993), Open House for Butterflies, 1960
I've a sweetheart I love, so dearly—
She's all that is lovely and fair!—
Her eyes are as blue as the bluebells
Though, as yet, she hasn't much hair.
Her mouth is like a tiny rose bud,
Just asking for kisses from me;
And her sweet smiles are always ready
To break forth for each one to see.
Oh, my little, innocent sweetheart
Is the fairest flower that I know!
I'm sure that she's loved by the Angels;
They'll guard her where'er she may go.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "My Sweetheart" (1940s)
Life is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire again every time a child is born. ~George Bernard Shaw
People often ask me, "What's the difference between couple hood and babyhood?" In a word? Moisture. Everything in my life is now more moist. Between your spittle, your diapers, your spit-up and drool, you got your baby food, your wipes, your formula, your leaky bottles, sweaty baby backs, and numerous other untraceable sources — all creating an ever-present moistness in my life, which heretofore was mainly dry. ~Paul Reiser
"What fragrant garden of far away,"
I heard the ones who love me say,
"What garden gave its blooms to you?
O blossom-baby, tell us true!"
~Melcena Burns Denny (1876–1974), "The Sleepsin Garden," The Book of Baby Mine, 1915
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps — does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning. ~Rabindranath Tagore
Little, clutching hands, so dear,
Grasping everything that's near,
Reaching for each thing in sight,
Baby hands, so soft and white!...
How you pull at our heart strings
As you dance and as you sing!
Baby, dear, to us you bring
Comfort and eternal Spring!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Baby Hands" (1940s)
And so you think a baby is a thing of beauty and a joy forever?... A sore-faced baby with a neglected nose cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty, and inasmuch as babyhood spans but three short years, no baby is competent to be a joy "forever." It pains me thus to demolish two-thirds of your pretty sentiment in a single sentence, but the position I hold in this chair requires that I shall not permit you to deceive and mislead the public with your plausible figures of speech. I know a female baby aged eighteen months, in this city, which cannot hold out as a "joy" twenty-four hours on a stretch, let alone "forever." ~Mark Twain, 1865
Don't ever tell the mother of a newborn that her baby's smile is just gas. ~Jill Woodhull (b.1974)
...a little child, born yesterday,
A thing on mother's milk and kisses fed...
~"Hymn to Mercury" (one of the Homeric Hymns), translated from Greek by Percy Bysshe Shelley
God's interest in the human race is nowhere better evinced than in obstetrics. ~Martin H. Fischer (1879–1962)
A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on. ~Carl Sandburg
If you were to open up a baby's head — and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should — you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland. ~Dave Barry