Quotes About Children

Watch for me and you will see That I'm present in the songs that children sing." People

Hope is born again in the faces of children. It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets. Hope spreads around the earth, brightening all things, Even hate, which crouches breeding indark corridors.

I couldn't believe that our mother would laugh and eat oranges in the sunshine without her children.

In Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really absolutely know what whites looked like. Other than that they were different, to be dreaded, and in that dread was included the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against the worked for and the ragged against the well dressed.

El talento de los niños para resistir se debe a su ignorancia de otras posibilidades.

In Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really, absolutely know what whites looked like. Other than that they were different, to be dreaded, and in that dread was included the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against the worked for and the ragged against the well dressed. I remember never believing that whites were really real.

The sounds of tag beat through the trees while the top branches waved in contrapuntal rhythms. I lay on a moment of green grass and telescoped the children's game to my vision. The girls ran about wild, now here, now there, never here, never was, they seemed to have no more direction than a splattered egg. But it was a shared if seldom voiced knowledge that all movements fitted, and worked according to a larger plan.

The tragedy of lameness seems so unfair to children that they are embarrassed in its presence. And they, most recently off nature's mold, sense that they have only narrowly missed being another of her jokes. In relief at the narrow escape, they vent their emotions in impatience and criticism of the unlucky cripple.

In the evening, when we were alone like that, Uncle Willie didn't stutter or shake or give any indication that he had an affliction. It seemed that the peace of a day's ending was an assurance that the covenant God made with children, Negroes and the crippled was still in effect.

I don't know a mother alive who won't always try to make things better for her children, no matter how old they are.

This is exactly why Patrick and I chose not to have children. he muttered. So we would never have to have conversations like this. Andy yet...here I am?If you could answer the question, I said as politely as I could, that would be great. I really don't want to have a freaky demon baby, and I can't imagine John wants one, either

As if I would EVER give birth. I suppose a well-mannered little six-year-old would be all right, but they simply don't COME that way. You have to TRAIN them. Too tiresome. I can understand your anguish.

But don't you worry, Dad says, after he spends a moment digesting this information, that if you don't have children, there'll be one one to care for you in your old age? No, I say. Because I could have children, and they could turn out to hate me. The way I see it, I have friends who care about me now, so I'll probably have friends who'll care about me when I'm old, too. We'll take care of each other.

When you talk of not wanting children, it is impossible to avoid sounding defensive, like you're trying to prove the questionable beauty of a selfish and too-tidy existence.

If the desire to have children is just a way to build some noisy tribe of distraction around oneself, then I'd rather be alone.

Surely, though, the essence of being progressive was to minimize harm and protect the most vulnerable? Yet this was simply tossed aside by left-wingers, who elevated their own desires into rights that trumped the emotional, physical and intellectual well-being of their children – and then berated as heartless reactionaries those who criticized them!

Good'? my aunt said. Children are good. Dogs are good. This is theater, Jane.

It was a story they could tell their children, something out of a fairy tale. How their mother had not known who he was when she accepted him, and the frog turned out to be a prince. But the princess had been unwilling to kiss the frog, the prince remained warty and unloved, and now there was no adventure to be had.

Villains don't have friends, and neither do their children. Not when you get right down to it.

Who was going to raise 12 million children? That was what I suddenly wanted to know....Who was teaching 12 million children how to swim.....Who will tell 12 million bedtime stories....Who will wake in the night in response to 12 million nightmares....Well, as it turns out, no one. Or very few. There aren't enough adults to go around. There is No Me Without You

Their parents may fill the children's hours with therapeutic equipment, tutors, drivers, therapists, psychiatrists, and special schools, while what a child wants and needs most desperately is a friend. Often a child longs for a friend despite rejecting everyone who reaches out. Such a child may be convinced to come out of hiding if the proffered playmate is a dog

the spirit of Santa is real. It's the spirit of love and giving, and I like to think that it's symbolic of God's love and generosity. Sort of like a metaphor for children.

Your kids ever act like that? Tim laughed. Come on, man, I'm a pastor. My kids were perfect.

There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.