Quotes About Children

Mothers do, every day. It's funny, Bo, how a woman can bring two children into the world, raise them up the same way—the same rules and values, indulgences and disciplines. And still two separate people come out of it all.

He [Ryan] narrowed his eyes. You know, Dr. Jones, I don't think you're pretending to be thick. You just don't get it. Yes, I want to live in this house. It's a good spot to raise children. Look at that, you went white as a ghost. God, that's one of the things I love about you. You're always so shocked when someone interrupts the logic. And I love you, Miranda, beyond sense.

There would be no children in the world if men had to bring them into it.

I don't allow my child to drink carbonated sugar! Well, bless your heart. With that eyebrow arch for Charlotte, Lily took Cate's hand. Guess who's not in charge today?

It's different with a parent, isn't it? They have to consider constantly whether to say yes or no, now or later. They have to discipline and enforce as well as love and tend. You'll only have to love, and they'll soak all that up like sponges.

Kids are still up, David commented, noting the guest house was lit up like a Vegas casino. I'll have to kill them. Yes, I've noticed what a terrifying and brutal father you are. And how your children fear you. He slanted her a look. I wouldn't mind seeing the occasional tremble out of them. I think it's way too late for that. You've gone and raised two happy, well-adjusted kids

That's true." And children, she thought, no matter how hard they strained for independence, were stuck. "It won't be long before you can decide for yourself. L.A., right?

Children give a house its personality, you know, more than its decorating. They leave their mark on it.

He heard a woman call out for her children in the flat accent that said States to him, East Coast, North. And seemed so out of place here. Did his voice have that same slightly-out-of-tune sound to it? Here voices should lilt and flow and have old music under each word.

It is possible the world is divided into three genders - there are men, there are women and then there are women who choose to have nothing to do with children. How about men without children, he answered quickly, aren't they also different from fathers? She shook her head firmly, daring him to contradict her: no, all men are the same.

Sometimes I think children are the worst people alive. And even if they're not—even if some smiling toddler is as pure as Evian—it's only a matter of time.

What matters more is what The Phantom Menace has come to represent: the saddest repudiation—and the harshest confirmation—of the entire Generation X ethos. The pop culture lionized by young adults of the nineties was often based on a myth: the dogmatic belief that things they'd loved as children had always been appreciated with adult minds.

So I surrendered. I joined Facebook. And you know what? It turns out the only reason they wanted me to join was so they could show me pictures of their children without having to ask if I was interest in seeing them. This is why Facebook caught on with adults: It's designed for people who want to publicize their children without our consent.

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

Nevertheless, if you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane. A child allows us to revisit the excitement we once felt about, well... everything. A generation later, our grandkids bump up our enthusiasm yet again. Reproducing is a kind of booster shot to keep us loving life.

One day the wickedness of the kings of the world would destroy us, oh sorrow, and armies of the world would march upon us, wailing, and the purest of the children of God would have to deliver themselves unto the Lord by their own hand. The Deliverance.

Our all-powerful God got so scared He scattered the human race across the face of the earth, and shattered their language to keep His children apart.

Non lo so dice Denny. Fare un bambino non è come prendere un cane. Cioè, i bambini durano un sacco.

Porque tener hijos es el opio del pueblo.

parents often rationalized that somehow their kids must have done something to deserve the abuse.

You ever think with the way the world is, it's irresponsible to bring a kid into it? It's like, this fucking president and climate change and god, what else? Antibiotics are failing and they say all the bugs are dying and the coral reefs, too. Countries are building up their nuclear arsenals instead of paring them down. I just…shit, a new kid might be a burden on this world, and this world will sure as hell end up a burden on our kid.

Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby-shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I'm just saying, cockroaches Have their own color. It's distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids'll love it.

The most important thing anyone can do is raise their kids well.

He says that children live on the edge of madness, that their behavior, apparently unmotivated, shares the same dream logic as crazy people's. I see what he means, and because I've learned to be patient with children, to tease out the logic that's always somewhere there, and irrefutable once explained, I've come to understand that grown-ups, mad or sane, ought really to be accorded the same respect. In this sense, nobody is actually crazy, just not understood.