Quotes About Children

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Das mine!' protested Ava, Bennie's daughter, affirming Alex's recent theory that language acquisition involved a phase of speaking German. She snatched a plastic skillet away from his own daughter, Cara-Ann, who lurched after it, roaring, 'Mine pot! Mine pot!

they'll all divorce—everyone will divorce. An entire generation will throw off the fetters of rote commitment in favor of invention, hope—and we, their children, will try to locate the moment we lost them and worry that it was our fault.

He didn't like kids, and parents of kids weren't high on his list, either. It didn't matter how cool you'd been--you had a kid and you were one more sucker spooning goop into an angry little mouth, a guy with pacifiers in his pockets and snot trails on his sleeves and a happy-goofy look Danny could only think was some kind of shock, like those people who sit around cracking jokes after their legs get blown off.

There were rumors at the high school of girls who'd had to depart suddenly to "live with relations." One of these, Loretta Stone, was now a year behind her peers: a chastened solitary girl whose alleged ruin was a succulent dish the other children feasted upon.

Sure enough, the toughness he'd sensed coiled in Ed Kerrigan had flowered into magnificence in the dark-eyed daughter. Proof of what he'd always believed: men's children gave them away. It was why Dexter rarely did business with any man before meeting his family. He wished his Tabby had gone barefoot, too.

An army of children: the incarnation of faith in those who weren't aware of having any left.

Micks were famously prudish, faithful to their blowsy wives—perhaps recalling the bonny colleens they'd been before the assembly line of children, or from fear of their drunken, bellicose priests

Proof of what he'd always believed: men's children gave them away. It was why Dexter rarely did business with any man before meeting his family. He wished his Tabby had gone barefoot, too.

An entire generation will throw off the fetters of rote commitment in favor of invention, hope—and we, their children, will try to locate the moment we lost them and worry that it was our fault.

Once the new children had become your allies, it was wrenching to leave them.

Rich children are always blond, Jocelyn goes. It has to do with vitamins.

There's an internal battle. I need to work, I need to work, I need to work and I need to be home with my kids and the kids win.

Children can't learn antiracism if they don't have the practice of observing, naming, and discussing race in their tool kit.

There is nothing I love more than my role as a mom.

I'd love to have children, and I think marriage is great, I really do.

Everyone things children are sweet as Necco Wafers, but I've lived long enough to know the truth: kids are rotten. The only difference between grown-ups and kids is that grown-ups go to jail for murder. Kids get away with it.

Children's behavior that we find disruptive or hurtful isn't "mis" anything. We may find it annoying, troubling, or infuriating, but it isn't intrinsically "bad" or "wrong." On the contrary, a child's behavior is exceedingly accurate. It is at once a true expression of their need at a particular moment as well as a reflection of their current ability to meet that need.

Aching for them, I wondered who had made Skye so desperate to be the center of someone's world that she couldn't even love her own children, for fear they wouldn't love her back enough.

You do what you can," he said, after seconds of silence had stretched to a minute, "to make sure your kids are safe. From the second they're born..." He stared at the lines of Nightshade's face, the ordinariness of it. "You want to protect them. From every skinned knee, from hurt feelings and punk kids who push smaller ones into the dirt, form the worst parts of yourself and the worst parts of this world.

I want you to remember that you can't feel responsible for everything. We're your parents, and we will figure us out. All you need to do— any of you"— she looks at my brothers—" is be a kid for now and let us be there for you.""All of us?" Dusty says. "Even those of us without neurological disorders?" "All of you.

And the children seem ideally matched, they know each other through and through, like brother and sister." "I doubt if I'd say that made for an ideal match," said Brother Cadfael honestly.

Believe that God is strong enough to save your children, no matter how you fail.

The one encouragement we can always give our children (and one another) is that God is more powerful than our sin, and He's strong enough to make us want to do the right thing.