Quotes About Children

What riches there once were, what beauties! Raindrops on roses and crop tops on cuties. Now it's just tear gas and water hoses, and Mexican children tied up with strings. These are a few of their favourite things. Quarry every mountain, wreck every stream.

To children, especially religious little ones, Heaven is always very near, and that one of its denizens should come to them does not seem so improbable as it does to mature minds.

I was lucky enough to grow up in a home where I woke up Christmas morning and had toys. I know that's not the case with all people and I don't think kids should go without experiencing that sort of joy.

A Columbia University study identified fifteen hundred children who had been assessed and diagnosed with ADHD. Within two years, over 50 percent of the children had lost their diagnosis. In other words, the severity of their symptoms no longer met the criteria for this disorder.

This is the fate which awaits many of the middle class and the wage-class. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to serve notice on these thieves, and highway robbers, sitting in high places of "honor" and "trust," that by the eternal god of justice, and by the manhood in you, that you will not, in this land of plenty, allow your children to become the mere hirelings and dependents upon the sweet will of their children?

But I do believe that a woman's truest place is in a home, with a husband and with children, and with large freedom, pecuniary freedom, personal freedom, and the right to vote.

Recommend virtue to your children it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience.

Recommend to your children virtue; that alone can make them happy, not gold.

It is my wish that you may have at better and freer life than I have had. Recommend virtue to your children; it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience; this was what upheld me in time of misery.

Recommend to your children virtues, that alone can make them happy, not gold.

I thought of all the magazine article I'd read on mothers who worked and constantly felt guilty about leaving their children with someone else. I had trained myself to read pieces like that and silently say to myself, 'See how lucky you are?' But it had been gnawing at the inside, that part that didn't fit, that I never let myself even think about. After all, wasn't it a worse kind of guilt to be with your child and to know that you wanted to be anywhere but there?

Children are the anchors of a mother's life. —SOPHOCLES, Phaedra, fragment 612

Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details. It couldn't save a single child-not the ones who'd gone to Sterling High that day, expecting the normal; not Josie Cormier; certainly not Peter. So what was the recipe? Was it love, mixed with something else for good measure? Luck? Hope? Forgiveness?

Never ask your child a open-ended question, such as Do you want to go to bed now? You won't want to hear the answer, believe me. Do you want me to carry you upstairs, or do you want to walk upstairs to go to bed? That way, you get the outcome you want and they feel empowered.

Taking credit for what a child did well also meant accepting responsibility for what they did wrong.

Most women like to have a few years to get to know themselves, before getting to know marriage and children." "But once you have a family, there's so much more you learn about yourself

I realize then that we never have children, we receive them. And sometimes it's not for quite as long as we would have expected or hoped. But it is still far better than never having had those children at all.

I wonder if anyone works any harder at anything than kids do at being popular.

matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint.

Kai gim? vaikai ir Luisas jaut?si toks kone absurdiškai laimingas, kad tragedija reg?josi tiesiog neišvengiama, jis žaisdavo mintyse tok? žaidim?. Gul?davo lovoje ir prisiversdavo pasirinkti, ko pirmiausia sutikt? netekti: santuokos, darbo, kurio nors vaiko. Jam buvo ?domu, kiek žmogus gal?t? pakelti, kol virst? nuliu.

But kids don't stay where they're supposed to. You turn around and find her not in the bedroom but hiding in a closet; you turn around and see she's not three but thirteen. Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.

She had nothing left inside. She'd given it all to her son. And that was the greatest heartbreak of all—no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.

Children didn't make their own mistakes. They plunged into the pits they'd been led to by their parents.

Children are the anchors of a mother's life. —SOPHOCLES, Phaedra