Quotes About Children

Of course every woman tries to be a good mother, and then wonders if, after all her best efforts, her children will wind up on a headshrinker's couch complaining about bad treatment.

I was a working mother, and making films is a time-consuming job, but I found time to expose children to all facets of life, all sorts of experiences. […] They learned all sorts of sports to find out what they liked the best. Helen Hayes once said that the essential thing was to introduce children to life, and then let them make their own decisions.

Can they do both? That's a huge balance, I think, with kids- trying to find the right- it's everything, you know, it's social life, it's academics, it's sports.

Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.

If you have more than a couple of kids, you're not parents—you're hoarders. And hoarding is a disorder, not a gift.

But if the kid is really, really, really ugly, I'll think What the hell? and just give up and say, 'Where'd you buy the crib?

What if each child was taught from the cradle to sing the song of peace...would the cynics not call it foolish, saying that to be gentle is to be weak? But I tell you that until we are as innocent and pure as doves, our journey will be long and the way dark. Raise doves, not wolves.

Oh, Mama," I said. "What if I don't live that long?" My mother didn't hesitate one second. "By hook or by crook, you will. Having children only increases your grip on the world. It's like reading a thriller. You can't put it down because you have to know how the story turns out.

It's not easy being a mother. We raise our children, given them wings to leave the nest, but we have no control where they will fly off too.

My daughter, the one who lives nearby, is raising her children to be very much aware. We went on a nature walk on Monday I'm learning so much from her.

Books are the way to stretch out people's souls, and I won't have children with small souls.

Books are the way to stretch out people's souls, and I won't have children with small souls.

As you pray God's blessing on your children, release your plans and trust God to accomplish his.

Thinking of the last few words in Hebrews 13:17 — that when our kids obey their leaders and submit to their authority, the end result will be to their advantage —Melanie couldn't help but marvel at the goodness of God.

I thought of how she'd been at three, at six, at nine. No one warns you about the losses. No one tells you you'll miss them, those earlier children. They disappear, but are they still there, sealed one inside the next like those little wooden Russian dolls?

If life was really a journey, then children had to be the center of the wheel that moved it.

those who married and bore children, and those who worked and consequently were not really women at all. The

The boys had grown since I'd last seen them. I wouldn't have recognized them in a group, but I find that the older I get, the more kids just look like kids. I don't really notice them as much as I used to. On the other hand, I could have instantly picked Harry out of a lineup of similarly marked German shepherds, were there ever a need to do so. Harry was a wonderful character. The boys were just boys.

William thought of that sacrament now and felt bad for all the children who were forced to divide their ordinary lives into sins and not-sins so they would have something to say to a cassocked stranger.

I said tonight I wanted to talk to you about love. Look into your hearts. This is our country. This is our future. These are our children and grandchildren. You can trust Mitt.

Any of us who have raised children know, as John F. Kennedy once said, that "to have children is to give hostages to fate.

Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.

He loved three things in this life: Vespers, white peacocks, And old maps of America, Didn't love children crying, Raspberries with tea, Or feminine hysteria ...And I was his wife.

Three things in this world he loved: Evensong, white peacocks And worn maps of America. He didn't like crying children, Tea with raspberry jam Or hysterical women. And I was his wife.