This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted. — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape. — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth, as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn. — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity. — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is… — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Being touched and caressed, being massaged, is food for the infant; food as necessary as minerals, vitamins, and proteins. Deprived of this food, the… — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
It is through our hands that we speak to the child. That we communicate. Touch is the child's first language, understanding comes long after… — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Imagining birth as the baby experiences it was an entirely new way of looking at it, — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Yes, we should not forget that the five senses are one. And all of them extensions of the skin — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
The one you confront in Yoga is yourself. All that is rigid and stiff in you, all that says 'No. — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
Once we remember that all that takes place during the first days of life on the emotional level shapes the patterns of all future… — Frederick Leboyer Copy Share Image
