Quotes About Children

a nightmarish thing that frightens Love, haunting her, weighing her down, the thing that she's supposed to love, the way the world initially instructs children to love clowns even though we all know deep down that they're creepy, old, puffy men in masks leering at children.

If anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because of me, he will not lose his reward,' quoted Jonathan softly.

Having a child is, well, it's just profound. Even as they grow, you just stop and look at them and you keep thinking in absolute wonderment, Where did you come from? How is it possible you're here?

I would really be doing something right, perhaps even important, if I was bringing even a little more compassion into the world through Big Bird.

the most potent reward for parenthood I have known has been delight in my fully grown progeny. They are friends with an extra dimension of affection. True, there is also an extra dimension of resentment on the children's part, but once offspring are in their thirties, their ability to love their parents, perhaps in contemplation of the deaths to come, expands, and, if one is fortunate, grudges recede. []p. 209]

Today women live long into their children's adult lives . . . too little is made of the pleasure we women feel in conversing with our grown children, and in allowing ourselves, from time to time, to think of them as friends. I have been fortunate in having children with whom conversation is possible; the sheerest pleasure here, for me, has been in meeting with them each alone . . . [p. 185]

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in

You know what's funny about death? I mean other than absolutely nothing at all? You'd think we could remember finding out we weren't immortal. Sometimes I see children sobbing airports and I think, "Aww. They've just been told.

No, he hadn't known anything about children, but now he'd learned something: a child's mind is open to everything.

After the war there will be many thousands of women who will need to live as Our Lady did after the crucifixion. A generation of mothers will need to know, with the heart, that "there is only one boy, Jesus Christ." The world's future will depend upon this, upon everyone's realising that the survival of all that is worth the cost of a man's blood depends upon how we foster the Christ-life in the souls of the children, and not only in the children, but in all the reborn of any age.

I hope my own children never have to fight a war.

The way many parents behave, it is no wonder so many people feel Nature is capricious.

Marry your son when you will; your daughter when you can.

I really owe everything to my parents and their devotion and drive to see to it that their children had the education which led to the opportunities that they never were able to have.

I hope I live long enough to see every hungry school child in the world being fed under the so-called McGovern-Dole program.

I should write a book. I've always wanted to write a book. I should write a book about kids who see dead people.

No system of education can be perfect which does not teach the principle of righteousness and faith in God. Learning has not saved the world. It is of utmost importance that our children should, in the first place, be taught faith in God. This cannot be left out of our system of education.

God's "wrath only goes forth because God is Love, and because sin is that which injures His children and is opposed to the purpose of His love.

You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality; that and your cheekbones.

The more people you love, the weaker you are. . . . Love no one but your children.

I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health.

I seldom fling children off the tops of towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud. You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.