Quotes About Children

In emphasizing achievements (which are tangible) over the cultivation of a love of learning (which is intangible), schools simultaneously reinforce the rat-race mentality and stifle children's emotional development.

You make knowledge relevant to life and you make it important for children to learn things that will really relate to things going on in their lives, and not abstract.

Kids don't have to stop the thoughts. They simply need to change their relationship to their thoughts. The more your child can learn to trust themselves, and not their anxiety, the more they will be able to put the worry thoughts aside.

The Left Elite only pretend to be concerned about what's best for everyone else because it is the most effective way to manipulate you and your children into their abyss.

I coped, in the grand tradition of children everywhere, by retreating into my imagination.

Every detective has a certain kind of case that he or she finds almost unbearable, against which the usual shield of practiced professional detachment turns brittle and untrustworthy. Cassie, though nobody else knows this, has nightmares when she works rape-murders; I, displaying a singular lack of originality, have serious trouble with murdered children; and, apparently, family killings gave Sam the heebie-jeebies. This case could turn out to be perfect for all three of us.

These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the microlandscapes of their own grazed knees;put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could find their way out without putting a foot wrong.

These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the micro landscapes of their own grazed knees; put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could find their way out without putting a foot wrong. This is their territory, and they rule it wild and lordly as young animals; they scramble through its trees and hide-and-seek in its hollows all the endless day long, and all night in their dreams.

I have no time for people who sigh about how quickly children grow up nowadays (my grandparents, after all, were working full-time by sixteen, which I think trumps any number of body piercings in the adulthood stakes),

Here's one of the more disturbing things about working Murder: how little you think about the person who's been killed. There are some who move into your mind—children, battered pensioners, girls who went clubbing in their sparkly hopeful best and ended the night in bog drains—but mostly the victim is only your starting point; the gold at the end of the rainbow is the killer.

But children are pragmatic, they come alive and kicking out of a whole lot worse than orphanhood.

Children—and Rosalind was little more—don't tell pointless lies unless the reality is too much to bear.

They say boys wreck your house and girls wreck your head, and it's the truth.

A handful of ten-year-olds with underprivileged hair and no eyebrows were slouched on a wall, scoping out the cars and thinking wire hangers.

There are thousands of kids like us, working across the country to make a sweet for rich kids in other places. Thousands. It's a number that matters to me so much that I can't wrap my mind around it.

The twentieth century was a horrible detour in the evolution of the human habitat. We were building more for cars' mobility than children's happiness. —Enrique Peñalosa, 2008

What really got me thinking about illustrating children's books was I discovered Hugh Thompson's illustrations for The Vicar of Wakefield in my mother's library and I looked at it and said, 'That's what I'm going to do.

The girl wondered: These policemen... didn't they have families, too? Didn't they have children? Children they went home to? How could they treat children this way? Were they told to do so, or did they act this way naturally? Were they in fact machines, not human beings? She looked closely at them. They seemed of flesh and bone. They were men. She couldn't understand.

She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people with her had to be treated this way. Who decided this, and what for?

Quick, children, come now. You are safe here. You are safe with us.

Quand ces enfant sont arrivés à Auschwitz, on n'opéra pas de 'selection'. On ne les mit pas en rang avec les hommes et les femmes. On ne regarda pas qui était en bonne santé, qui était malade, qui pouvait travailler, qui ne le pouvait pas. On les envoya directement dans les chambres à gaze.

There had been over four thousand Jewish children penned in the Vel' d'Hiv', aged between two and twelve. Most of the children were French, born in France. None of them came back from Auschwitz.

The magic that came from lips could be as cruel as children and as erratic as a rubber ball ricocheting off concrete.

For children, Thanksgiving is about turkey and Christmas is about presents. Grown up, you learn that all holidays are about family, and few can win there.