Quotes About Children

All women should know how to take care of children. Most of them will have a husband some day.

Women want men, careers, money, children, friends, luxury, comfort, independence, freedom, respect, love, and three dollar pantyhose that won't run.

Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.

Love has many connotations to many people. Love for me is service to Humanity to educate the young the youth to guide to lead to open doors of success equally for all our children as they are the future of the world.

Children With Special Needs need your love and support not sympathy.

The greatest gift one person can give their children is love.

I may not be able to give my kids everything they want but I give them what they need. Love, time, and attention. You can't buy those things.

Spend quality time with your children to make them feel loved, wanted, worthy and build their self-esteem up so they go out into the world with confidence!

Kids are price less. They are loud, funny, loveable, crazy, funny, and a hand full. Even though they look so peaceful and calm when they're sleeping, you just hope they wake up to see them smile or just hear the sound of little foot steps around the house.

The only love that I really believe in is a mothers love for her children.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore

You know, there's nothing like seeing the smile on my kids' faces. Laughing together. Playing. It's the best.

Melissa and I are the proudest parents ever and this is the best thing that has happened to us this year!

Depression may be exacting a staggering toll, but its cousin—chronic anxiety—is becoming disturbingly common too, with average levels of anxiety in children and young people now at a point that would have been judged to be "clinical" in the 1950s.4 It's not a great stretch of the imagination to assume that in a few decades unhappiness, depression and anxiety will have become the normal human condition, rather than happiness and contentment.

I never thought I was a great mom. I always worked. I fell in love with my children as they got older.

The reason most of the children are having problems in any inner-city neighborhood is because they don't see enough positive role models in their own environment.

There is nothing better than being a parent. It is the most challenging job one could ever ask for. I love being a mom and I love being a friend to my children as well.

I have decided to tell the story of my life as best I can, so that my children can separate the truth from the myths that others have created about me, as myths are created about everyone swept up in the turbulent and distorting maelstrom of celebrity in our culture.

Meanwhile, I watch and work up my rage at men, who can be villainous to all, but virtuous to some. Watching them be kind to children should make me think of them as better men, but it make them worse, for no other wicked is more wicked than choosing with who you dole out kindness.

In my lands night is where people to evil to enemies they call friends in the day. It's when sihrs and jinns come play, and people scheme and plot. Children grow to fear it because they think there be monsters . They build a whole thing about it, about night and dark and even the colour black, which is not even a colour here. Not here. Here evil has no qualm with striking at noon. But it leaves night beautiful in look and cool of feel.

And all I could think of is Oh Lord here it comes, another white man about to tell me about how much he enjoyed Ocho Rios, but would have enjoyed it so much more if it weren't for all the poverty. And the country is so beatiful and the people so friendly and even in all this tragedy everybody still manages a smile especially the bombor'asscloth children.

I start to wonder if there be any chance of schooling for any of them, for who will take to teaching a child that could kill her with one bite?

Children cannot help how they are born, they had no choice in it. Choosing to be a fool, though . . .

What is evil anyway, a sad soul infected with devils who take his will, or a man thinking that of all his mother's children he loves himself the best?