Quotes About Nurturing

There is no real aloneness. There is solitude and the nurturing silence that is relationship with ourselves, but even then we are part of something larger.

Loving a child was humbling.

I think too often in our society parents, who may have good impulses, overreach and try to mold and shape and direct their child.

Are we Darwinists - where we live and let live? Or are we nurturing as a society? There has to be a standard of living that we decide to support.

Women are the sustaining force of any society - they think of the children and the next generation's chances.

There's nothing more important on our spiritual path than developing gentleness to oneself.

Our goal is not so much the imparting of knowledge as the unveiling and developing of spiritual energy.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

The master never seemed to have his fill of gazing at his firstborn child. "What do you want him to be when he grows up?" someone asked. "Outrageously happy," said the master.

To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

Is it hard to raise an elephant?" It was some minutes before anybody answered. But then Debra said, "I don't think so, Mma. It's not hard to do anything if you do it with love.

We are the ones who first ploughed the earth when Modise (God) made it," ran an old Setswana poem. "We were the ones who made the food. We are the ones who look after the men when they are little boys, when they are young men, and when they are old and about to die. We are always there. But we are just women, and nobody sees us.

The whole point about childhood," Domenica went on, "is that it affords us a brief moment of innocence and protection from the pressures of the world. Parents who push their children too hard intrude on that little bit of space.

Most of us are quite selfish when it comes to our children, you know. We want things from them: love, the satisfaction of seeing them do well, and so on. Plenty of parents don't think just of their child's best interest. Oh, they may pay lip service to it, but they really think of themselves, of what they get from parenting.

Siamo quelle che per prime hanno arato la terra quando Modise (Dio) la creò» , recitava un antico poema setswana. «Noi siamo quelle che preparano il cibo. Noi siamo quelle che badano agli uomini quando sono ancora bambini, quando sono giovanotti e quando sono vecchi e in procinto di morire. Noi ci siamo sempre. Ma siamo solo donne, e nessuno ci vede.»

Imagine what it must be like for teenagers who don't feel they have room to breathe in their own homes. If you are a parent reading this book, you care about your child. If she is quirky, unusual, or nonconformist, ask yourself whether you are doing everything you can to nurture her unusual interests, style, or skills, or whether instead you are directly or subtly pushing her to hide them.

for, however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in the maternal breast, and that is where a dearly-beloved child is concerned.

the first thing the child of God has to do morning by morning is to obtain food for his inner man.

Nurses are the heart of healthcare.

You cannot escape the fact that women mould your first five years, whether you like it or not. And I can't say I do like it very much.

our world, women took care of everything, especially each other, and the art of making each other look good was something that gave us great joy and satisfaction. Lesson one of adulthood was putting the needs or even just the wishes of others before your own and then taking pleasure in making them come to pass.

I WILL TELL YOU THE one thing that I have learned about life in my thirty-something years that is an absolute truth: nothing and no one in this entire world matters more to a sane woman than her children. I have one

Viola settled into the rocker, situated Goldie in the crook of her left arm and gave her the bottle. The chair quietly creaked out its ageless message of calm and comfort as she set it in motion. But it didn't reach the empty spot inside her.