Quotes About Children

In such terms Mr. Gradgrind always mentally introduced himself, whether to his private circle of acquaintance, or to the public in general. In such terms, no doubt, substituting the words 'boys and girls,' for 'sir,' Thomas Gradgrind now presented Thomas Gradgrind to the little pitchers before him, who were to be filled so full of facts.

My meaning is, that no man can expect his children to respect what he degrades.

In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice. He may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stance as many hands high according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.

Went down into a modest life of usefulness and happiness. Went down to give a mother's care, in the fulness of time, to Fanny's neglected children no less than to their own, and to leave that lady going into Society for ever and a day.

May I ask you if you have ever had an opportunity of remarking, down in your part of the country, that the children of not exactly suitable marriages, are always most particularly anxious to be married?

Yes. Soften it as they would, their hearts were lighter. The children's faces, hushed and clustered round to hear what they so little understood, were brighter, and it was a happier house for this man's death! The only emotion that the Ghost could show him, caused by the event, was one of pleasure.

The sands are the children's great resort. They cluster there, like ants: so busy burying their particular friends, and making castles with infinite labour which the next tide overthrows, that it is curious to consider how their play, to the music of the sea, foreshadows the realities of their after lives.

I believe the power of observation in numbers of very young children to be quite wonderful for its closeness and accuracy. Indeed,

Children must early learn the the beauty of generosity. They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving.

We're going to raise a lost generation of children unless they are properly disciplined and properly spanked.

One of the serious problems in families is that fathers do not know their faith well enough to teach it to their children.

The primary way children learn is by copying the behavior of their parents. If you are angry, you are modeling anger for your children. So it should come as no surprise that your son or daughter displays anger the same way you do.

To speak frankly, the family bond in the civilized regime causes fathers to desire the death of their children and children to desire the death of their fathers.

In old times the lady-bird was believed to live in the sun, and the German children still have a rhyme telling it to fly away up to heaven and bring back the sunshine; and they believe that if they were to kill one of these insects the sun would not shine the next day.

Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them. They must, they have no other models.

Parents who are afraid to put their foot down usually have children who step on their toes.

But the truth is that parents are not really interested in justice. They just want quiet.

In bringing up children, spend on them half as much money and twice as much time.

Mother Nature is wonderful. Children get too old for piggy-back rides just about the same time they get too heavy for them.

If you must hold yourself up to your children as an object lesson (which is not at all necessary), hold yourself up as a warning and not as an example.

Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.

Evenings chilly are, and damp, Early lighted is the lamp; Fire burns, and kettle sings, Smoke ascends in thin blue rings; On the rug the children lie; In the west the soft lights die; From the elms a robin's song Rings out sweetly, lingers long,— In September.

Familiarity breeds contempt — and children.