Quotes About Children

I'm fortunate to have had my own level of success. My joys in life are I've got three little kids, and I got to buy a house that I really like, and everyone should have that.

I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc... to find success writing children's novels.

Live and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget that, until the day comes when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these words: Wait and hope! Your friend, EDMOND DANTÈS, Count of Monte Cristo

the faults of a father cannot revert upon his children.

The faults of a father cannot revert upon his children. Few have passed through this revolutionary period, into which we were born, without some stain of infamy or blood.

révolution aussi entière que si les huguenots en fussent venus faire une seconde Rochelle. Plusieurs bourgeois, voyant s'enfuir les femmes du côté de la Grande-Rue, entendant les enfants crier sur le seuil des portes, se hâtaient d'endosser la cuirasse et, appuyant leur contenance quelque peu incertaine d'un mousquet ou d'une pertuisane, se dirigeaient vers l'hôtellerie du Franc Meunier, devant laquelle s'empressait

Some who support [more] coercive strategies assume that children will run wild if they are not controlled. However, the children for whom this is true typically turn out to be those accustomed to being controlled— those who are not trusted, given explanations, encouraged to think for themselves, helped to develop and internalize good values, and so on. Control breeds the need for more control, which is used to justify the use of control.

The way kids learn to make good decisions is by making decisions, not by following directions.

How we feel about our kids isn't as important as how they experience those feelings and how they regard the way we treat them.

Few parents have the courage and independence to care more for their children's happiness than for their success.

I realized that this is what many people in our society seem to want most from children: not that they are caring or creative or curious, but simply that they are well behaved.

Similarly, parents who want to teach the importance of honesty make it a practice never to lie to their children, even when it would be easier just to claim that there are no cookies left rather than to explain why they can't have another one.

We tell them how good they are and they light up, eager to please, and try to please us some more. These are the children we should really worry about.

The dominant problem with parenting in our society isn't permissiveness, but the fear of permissiveness. We're so worried about spoiling kids that we often end up over controlling them.

Children aren't helped to become caring members of a community, or ethical decision-makers, or critical thinkers, so much as they're simply trained to follow directions.

I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words

Helplessness and anger make for predictable behavior: Children are certain to shove each other and pull hair, teenagers will call each other names and cry, and grown women who are sisters will say words so cruel that each syllable will take on the form of a snake, although such a snake often circles in on itself to eat its own tail once the words are said aloud.

Children would beg for a peppermint drop each time he walked into town, and they'd follow behind, asking for a second and a third. When he died suddenly, while working late at his office, every boy and girl in the village reported smelling mint in the night air, as if somehing sweet had passed them right by.

Every time a new house was built, a bucket of peach stones would be found, and even children on their way to school knew that finding one meant luck, whatever the outcome: love forgotten, love gone wrong, love despite all odds, love ever after, love after all this time.

But children can tell when love has been lost, they know when silence means peace and when it's a sign of despair.

It was clear from the start that they were not like other children, therefore Susanna felt she had no choice but to set down rules. No walking in the moonlight, no Ouija boards, no candles, no red shoes, no wearing black, no going shoeless, no amulets, no night-blooming flowers, no reading novels about magic, no cats, no crows, and no venturing below Fourteenth Street. Yet no matter how Susanna tried to enforce these rules, the children continued to thwart her.

the logic of fairy tales was that there was no logic: bad things happened to the innocent, children were set out in the woods by their parents, fear walked hand in hand with experience, a wish spoken aloud could make it so.

The children on the playground all heard her. They took off running together, as far away as possible from Antonia Owens, who might hex you if you did her wrong, and from her aunts, who might boil up garden toads and slip them into your stew, and from her mother, who was so angry and protective she might just freeze you in time, ensuring that you were forever trapped on the green grass at the age of ten or eleven.

Bespomo?nost i gnjev izazivaju predvidljivo ponašanje: djeca se naguravaju i potežu za kosu, tinejdžeri se nazivaju pogrdnim nazivima i pla?u, a odrasle žene koje su sestre izgovorit ?e si rije?i tako okrutne da ?e svaki slog poprimiti oblik zmije, iako se takva zmija ?esto smota oko sebe i ugrize za vlastiti rep, jednom kad se rije?i glasno izgovore.