Quotes About Children

My business is making people, especially children, happy.

My business is making people, especially children, happy. I have dedicated much of my time to a study of the problems of children.

The children don't choose to be in the business, but the harming and long-term effects through arguments, divorce and conflicts over the financial issues in a business are huge.

God sends Children, Parents help them grow up.Teachers teach students, An academy makes them Professionals.

Advice to children crossing the street: damn the lights. Watch the cars. The lights ain't never killed nobody.

One fish. Two fish. Red fish. Blue fish. Black fish. Blue fish. Old fish. New fish. This one has a little star. This one has a little car. Say! What a lot of fish there are.

Whenever I read statistical reports, I try to imagine my unfortunate contemporary, the Average Person, who, according to these reports, has 0.66 children, 0.032 cars, and 0.046 TVs.

I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything.

Without a reading habit, children simply do not have a chance.

Giving every child a chance to reach their full potential is the best work anyone can do

You give birth to them. You do not design them.

Wars are fought by children. Conceived by their mad demonic elders and fought by boys.

You need a certain mentality to cope with children. I don't have it. Thank God.

A large proportion of Venetians worked in the textile industry. There were the lace-makers, their eyesight ruined by their labour. Children, from the age of five, were enrolled in the trade. The exquisite refinement of the art, prized by the rich matrons of Europe, can be measured in human suffering.

Burning aviators, clots of fire. The reeking night jar in our bedroom in Muswell Hill. Children skipping round me in a school yard, shouting taunts. My ship Lilith. London's winter cold and dark. The smell of ground sliced open in Regent's Park, my father's pale prisoner's face, his white hands on a table in the visiting hall. There it is. That was my war.

A mother can have no secrets in a settler's hut but she cannot so much as break wind and all her children must hear what she has done but now she were far away from Fifteen Mile Creek and no longer could I guess her life. I were told she took laundry and perhaps she did but I am sure she only did what she must do. She had a mother and father and brothers and sisters but in the end she were a poor widow and she had 7 children and all of them was alarmed and unsettled by their lives.

His children are safely in the US at college, he says. The profits from the cellphone network deals he's cobbling together are parked securely out of Africa too. He palms some peanuts and chugs some Cape sauvignon blanc and turns to look out of the window. 'Africans can't do governments,' he suddenly announces. 'We are useless at it, disorganized.

a ragged crocodile of small black children jogging back from school.

What if instead we said, "Look at how you …" That would simply turn children's attention to the process and away from fixed-theory explanations.12

In each case, the children who initially received the person-oriented praise, "You are a good drawer," responded less positively. The slightly different, but more process-oriented "You did a good job drawing" produced more positive responses in the children. The difference was particularly marked in the question regarding whether they felt happy or sad.

To be meaningful, teaching children to become literate is about the here and now, and what children can do with literacy to serve their interests.

Once, when I was slicing bread, my knife slipped; instantly, I remembered how in the morning she used to cut thin slices of bread and pour warm milk on them for the children.

All the years of ritual—undressing and dressing, diaper changes, potty time, bath time, tooth brushing, reading, hugs and kisses—are so exhausting. If they don't fall asleep beside him, whoever is on bedtime duty stumbles downstairs, announces wearily, "And that concludes today's parenting." Until the next day, and the next and the next. As if it were a curse and not a blessing. As if it really were forever.

The key is to focus on the details of individual lives. Kids imitate one another, their parents, and other adults, and both children and adults are taught by others. As children grow up they acquire cultural influences, skills, beliefs, and