Quotes About Children

My roles are in some way like children to me. You don't ever really want to scrape one off your shoe.

I recently turned down a film that I didn't want my kids to see. Priorities shift. Sometimes I'm sad about that, but not enough to do anything about it.

I think I became more productive through not having children. I never really had the desire to have them. My husband didn't want them either, so it worked out well.

Come close now,' ordered Fenworth. 'Time for an exit. I think we'll whirl, Kale likes to whirl. Hold hands. Let's stay together, children. I want no one lost.

There are a lot of latchkey kids. I don't want to be sitting there when a guy blurts something out over the TV and have my daughters ask me what those words mean.

I never really wanted kids. I didn't not want them, but motherhood just wasn't something that pulled at me.

It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.

I can't wait to be a mum for a bit. I'm always a mum, of course, but I want to be domesticated and be in my house and do the school runs and all that.

I have three living children for whom this is a father who I want them to love and on whom they're going to have to rely if my disease takes a bad turn.

Children do not see themselves as shocking or surprising and do not want other people to do so.

The kids are old enough now - I just want to let them be kids. I don't want to comment on them too much. They're at an age where I just want to let them be kids.

If I have to be remembered for something, I want it remembered that I really liked children and was a good camp counselor.

I have four children, and I want them to grow up in a country that has a working First Amendment.

Death and dying makes us into children once again, in truth, one last time, there in our final wailing cries. More than one philosopher has claimed that we ever remain children, far beneath the indurated layers that make up the armour of adulthood.

In a journey through the wastes, I found a god kneeling as it pushed its hands into the sand again and again, each time lifting them up to watch the lifeless grains stream down. Dismounting from my weary horse, I walked to stand before this apparition and its dusty hands and watched for a time the cycles of their motion when at last up it looked, eyes beseeching. 'Where,' asked this god, 'are my children?

There is, all about us, ancient knowledge - that cannot be denied. Yet Kruppe wonders, are there memories? True memories? Of enlivened flesh and the wind's caress, of the laughter of children? Memories of love? When frozen between life and death, in the glacial in-between, what can exist of mortal feeling? Not even an echo. Only memories of ice, of ice and no more than that.

God, my children, is the wilderness.

It is not enough to wish for a better world for the children. It is not enough to shield them with ease and comfort. Lostara Yil, if we do not sacrifice our own ease, our own comfort, to make the future's world a better one, then we curse our own children. We leave them a misery they do not deserve; we leave them a host of lessons unearned.

That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words. Quote me, Duiker, and your work's done.

There is nothing wrong with where we are, how we are. You spit on satisfaction, leaving you always unsettled and miserable. I am a Teblor – we live simply enough, and we see the cruelty of your so-called progress. Slaves, children in chains, a thousand lies to make one person better than the next, a thousand lies telling you this is how things should be, and there's no stopping it.

If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneath the loving hands of two heartbroken children.

Do gods break those they would have as worshipers? Do they set upon their children terrible ordeals, so that those children must kneel in surrender, opening their souls to helplessness?

A defense based on the weakness of nature belongs to untutored children and dogs that bite, Captain.

We define adulthood as a solemn recognition of responsibility. We make the distinction when considering the acts of children, and will argue that they were not responsible, because their brains have not yet matured to make the proper connection between an act and its consequences.