Quotes About Children

Quand les enfants commencent à voir, ils sourient; quand une jeune fille entrevoit le sentiment dans la nature, elle sourit comme elle souriait enfant. Si la lumière est le premier amour de la vie, l'amour n'est-il pas la lumière du cœur?

Our Father in heaven is surely on the side of fathers on earth who love their children.

Ama toplum, anne olmaktan çok üvey annedir, gururunu ok?ayan çocuklar? sever.

Ah! Lord God in heaven! how ill Thy world is ordered! Thou hast a Son, if what they tell us is true, and yet Thou leavest us to suffer so through our children.

The time during which a woman can look for admiration is short, it will soon be past; and if my life has not been a great one, it will at least have been calm, tranquil, free from shocks. Nature has favored our sex in giving us a choice between love and motherhood. I have made mine. My children shall be my gods, and this spot of earth my Eldorado.

Every cliche about kids is true they grow up so quickly, you blink and they're gone, and you have to spend the time with them now. But that's a joy.

It's an ongoing joy being a dad.

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Nothing and nobody could aggravate you the way your child could aggravate you.

You could try as hard as you could to imagine someone else's tragedy—drowning in icy waters, living in a city split by a wall—but nothing truly hurts until it happens to you. Most of all, to your child.

A son is a son until he takes him a wife; a daughter is a daughter for all of her life.

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

Children did this. They sensed when there was something controversial or sensitive and they pushed and pushed like tiny prosecutors.

Little kids, little problems. Wait till you've got drugs and sex and social media to worry about.

Helicopter parents. Before I started at Pirriwee Public, I thought it was an exaggeration, this thing about parents being overly involved with their kids. I mean, my mum and dad loved me, they were, like, interested in me when I was growing up in the nineties, but they weren't, like, obsessed with me.

That's how she finally made herself fall back to sleep: by remembering all the glorious moments, one after the other after the other, her children's ecstatic faces looking for their parents in the stands, looking for their approval, looking for their love, knowing it was there, knowing—she hoped they knew this—that it would always be there, even long after she and Stan were gone, because love like that was infinite.

I remember thinking about how mothers were prepared to run into burning buildings to save their children's lives. I thought I should be able to go through a bit more suffering, a bit more inconvenience to give my children life. It made me feel noble. But now I realize I'm a crazy woman running into a burning house for children who don't exist.

A thank-you card," repeated Alice. "Yes. I know, I know, it's teaching them good manners and everything, but I sort of hate those thank-you cards. I always imagine the kids groaning and having to be forced into writing them. It makes me feel like an elderly aunt.

I'm sure it's innate, it's just biology, for a man to want a woman who can give him children.

Their mother had that look of controlled impatience she used to get when her children fought and she didn't have time to properly lose her temper because she had things to do.

Your children see!" screamed Bonnie. Her face was ugly with rage. "We see! We fucking see!

Overtired five-year-olds needed to be handled like explosive devices.

Everywhere Frances looked there were children: children sitting gravely behind news desks, controlling traffic, running writers' festivals, taking her blood pressure, managing her taxes, and fitting her bras.

Why weren't they just overcome with joy every time they looked at those kids? Why in the world were they divorcing?