Quotes About Children

But when their infants were fractious and quite beyond control, they would quiet them by telling how, if they didn't hush them and not fret them, the terrible grey Badger would up and get them. This was a base libel on Badger, who, though he cared little about Society, was rather fond of children; but it never failed to have its full effect.

War's always the same! Children starve, women suffer, men lose their fortunes or turn into beasts!

You're a clever one. Her eyes twinkled with humor. We'll have very clever children.

Leia Organa married Han Solo; and together they had three children.

Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.

I had never wanted kids, because I had never wanted a man to give me a kid. The thought of it, gross; the expectation of it. But if a hole in the sky opened up and two weird children fell to Earth, smashing into the ground like meteroites, then that was something I could care for. If it gleamed like it was radiating danger, I'd hold it. I would.

Maybe that's what children were, a desperate need that opened you up even if you didn't want it.

That's how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.

People…shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones. It wasn't fair.

The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots in the streets. They were foreign sounds to us then. The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.

I know. I know. But he's always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he's lost in some dream. And? I wasn't like that. Baba sounded frustrated, almost angry. Rahim Khan laughed. Children aren't colouring books. You don't get to fill them with your favourite colours.

That's how children deal with terror. They fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.

The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.

Anak-anak bukanlah buku mewarnai. Kau tidak bisa begitu saja mengisi mereka dengan warna-warna kesukaanmu.

She will not plant the seed in their mind, that a parent is capable of abandoning her children, of saying to them You are not enough. For Pari, the children and Eric have always been enough. They always will be.

Kinder sind nicht wie Malbücher, Du kannst sie nicht mit deinen Lieblingsfarben ausmalen.

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors. Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.

Of course, it wouldn't have happened if Mammy had shown up like she was supposed to either. Sometimes Laila wondered why Mammy had even bothered having her. People, she believed now, shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones. It wasn't fair.

Les enfants ne sont pas des livres de coloriage. Tu ne peux pas les peindre avec tes couleurs préférées. The kite runner

May God grant you a long and prosperous life, my daughter. May God give you many healthy and beautiful children. May you find the happiness, peace, and acceptance that I did not give you. Be well. I leave you in the loving hands of God. Your undeserving father, Jalil

People, she believed now, shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones.

She waited until he had left the kolba, before snickering and saying, 'The children of strangers get ice cream. What do you get, Mariam? Stories of ice cream' (Hosseini 6).

Les enfants ne sont pas des livres de coloriage. Tu ne peux pas les peindre avec tes couleurs préférées.