Quotes About Children

Children leave," Ilemina told her. "It is the greatest tragedy of motherhood that if you have done everything right, if you have raised them in confidence and independence, they will pick up and leave you. It is as it's meant to be.

We would screw up our children. It was inevitable. Julie had taught me that you never get the child you want or expect. You get the child you get and you try your best to make sure they turn out to be a decent human being. That was all that mattered. An

My life was a circus. A circus full of thieves, and stupid shapeshifters, and small children executing evasive maneuvers.

Let me see if I have this straight. You killed your children and piloted their undead bodies? Yes. Does that shock you? No. You're a psychopath What does that mean? I got up and brought her a dictionary. She read the definition. That sums it up well.

We had accepted this job pro bono, because snatching a service animal from a child in a wheelchair was a heinous act and someone had to make it right.

We would screw up our children. It was inevitable. Julie had taught me that you never get the child you want or expect. You get the child you get and you try your best to make sure they turn out to be a decent human being. That was all that mattered.

If he and I ever had a family . . . Children? Was I really thinking about having his children? I pictured what Rogan's children might be like. Smart, and beautiful, and deadly. And impossible. They would be little demon children, getting into everything, trying everything, and not understanding the word no.

In her insightful Of Woman Born (1976), Adrienne Rich said it very eloquently: "My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.

Marie Striekwold-Ebben, passed along this piece of wisdom: "Even if you don't have much money, keep in mind that the bedroom is the most important room in the house. Love and sadness are shared under the sheets, and you hope that your children will come into the world in your bedroom and that you will leave the world there.

Barna står ved kirkeporten. Gå og hent dem der. De som har mistet barna sine, kan gå og hente dem ved kirken.

The sound of his boots Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It would pass. The occupation would end. There would be peace, blessed peace. The war and the tragedy of 1940 would be no more than a memory, a page in history, the names of battles and treaties children would recite in school, but as for me, for as long as I live, I will never forget the low, regular sound of those boots pacing across the floorboards.

Everyone was saying that Europe, civilisation, the entire world was collapsing, that the century was destined to end in catastrophe, that everything would perish, drowned in blood. But she still hoped for a husband, a home, children, and she instinctively felt that the destruction of everything was a mirage, a lie, while she, she lived the truth.

Quando un figlio è piccolo, ci si crea un'immagine ideale di quello che sarà più tardi, e quell'immagine, come una maschera, nasconde il suo volto autentico che non si conoscerà mai.

They're overexcited, that's obvious. Admirably disciplined and, I think, no rebellion in their hearts. I swear here and now never again to take out my bitterness, no matter how justifiable, on a group of people, whatever their race, religion, convictions, prejudices, errors. I feel sorry for these poor children. But I cannot forgive certain individuals, those who reject me, those who coldly abandon us, those who are prepared to stab you in the back.

Others were compiling a hasty mental inventory of all the pages they'd written, all the speeches they'd given, which might help them win favour with the new government (and since they had all more or less lamented the fact that France had lost her greatness, lost her daring and was no longer producing children, none of them was very worried).

Christian charity, the compassion of centuries of civilisation, fell from her like useless ornaments, revealing her bare, arid soul. She and her children were alone in a hostile world. She needed to feed and protect them.

She had her children, her three children! Sometimes a thought shot through her, as sharp and rapid as lightning, of her two older sons, in danger, far away: Philippe and that mad Hubert. She'd been desperate when Hubert ran away, yet rather proud of him. His behaviour had been irrational, wild, but manly. For them, Philippe and Hubert, she could do nothing, but her three little ones!

Christian charity, the compassion of centuries of civilization, fell from her like useless ornaments, revealing her bare, arid soul. She needed to feed and protect her children. Nothing else mattered any more.

Presas del pánico, algunas mujeres soltaban a sus hijos como si fueran molestos paquetes y salían huyendo. Otras los estrechaban contra su cuerpo con tanta fuerza que parecían querer meterlos de nuevo en su seno, como si ése fuera el único refugio seguro.

Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life: the talkative fellow-traveller, the possibility of children.

I think women, perhaps unconsciously, convey to female children a deep sense of their own discontent.

Hand in hand the children began to run homeward through the soft warm drizzle.

God loves me enough to give me choices and the liberty to make them. In turn, I am to love God's other children enough to have faith in their ability to make choices.

Devers' eyes were dark with thought. 'You want the Empire to win?' And the old Siwennian patrician broke out in sudden deep anger. 'May the Empire and all its works perish in universal catastrophe. All Siwenna prays that daily. I had brothers once, a sister, a father. But I have children now, grandchildren. The general knows where to find them.