Quotes About Childlike

The real you is still a little child who never grew up. Sometimes that little child comes out when you are having fun or playing, when you feel happy, when you are painting, or writing poetry, or playing the piano, or expressing yourself in some way. These are the happiest moments of your life - when the real you comes out, when you don't care about the past and you don't worry about the future. You are childlike.

As you acknowledge desire or wanting, you can begin to see that your mind acts a little like a child at Disneyland: "I want that candy and I want to go on that ride and I want that stuffed toy.

She, always dressed in gray, gentle yet stern, childlike yet mature, sweet yet uncompromising . . . the woman from Poland.

Vuelve a ser el Niño inocente de Dios que eres. Estate abierto a los milagros.

We are each on our own journey; and while that journey always interacts with those of others, it remains uniquely ours. To understand it we need the eyes of a child.

I don't care how old I am, if I go out to eat and there are crayons and paper placemats with puzzles... game on!

Gods pretend to be parents,' I said, 'but they are children, clapping their hands and shouting for more.

Amen, I say to you, unless you be converted and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven" (Mt 18:3).

their eager, childlike attention was refreshing to see as compared with the decent, deathlike apathy of weary civilized people, in whom natural curiosity has been quenched in toil and care and poor, shallow comfort.

Superintendent Stanislaus Oates of the Central Investigation Department, New Scotland Yard, was one of those happy people who retain throughout their lives a childlike belief in a sharp dividing line between that which is wrong and that which is right. It is this peculiarity which is common to all the great English policemen and is probably the basis of their reputation both for integrity and for stupidity.

In their simplicity they asked of Him, "Master, tell us who shall be greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?" To which Christ, caressing the head of a little child who, with reverent, wondering eyes, looked into His face, replied, "Whosoever shall become as one of these little ones, he shall be greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven." Now

All my life through, the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.

I like to think the "watch" part of the instruction [to watch and pray] might sound something like the way a child would call out, "Hey! Watch this!" ... You don't want to miss this ... and closer attentiveness to the ... invitations the Spirit offers... We are accompanied and witnessed and even when we fall asleep, watched.

Hai s? credem tot ce spunem, E un joc foarte frumos. Tu s?-mi spui: "Te iubesc" ?i eu s? m? bucur copil?re?te.

Hai sa credem tot ce spunem, E un joc foarte frumos. Tu sa-mi spui: "Te iubesc" Si eu sa ma bucur copilareste, De parca mi-ai fi daruit un briceag Cu prasele de os.

what God loves more than anything else is childlike faith. It's our childlike faith, not our theological vocabulary, that moves the heart of our heavenly Father. It's simple childlike trust. It's the bedrock belief that God is bigger than our problem, bigger than our mistake, bigger than our dream.

The process I go through in the art and the architecture, I actually want it to be almost childlike. Sometimes I think it's magical.

Optimists are childish; they even believe they can find an ice cream store in the hell!

The great man is he who does not lose his child's-heart.

Kushner's analysis was the same as nearly everyone's who spent a significant amount of time around the president. He was childlike—a hyperactive child at that. There was no clear reason for why something caught his interest, nor was there any way to predict his reaction or modulate his response to it. He had no ability to distinguish the important from the less important. There seemed to be no such thing as objective reality.

George noticed her feet again. They were nuggety and rectangular, like a young child's feet—even the sparkly turquoise nail polish belonged to a child. He wondered if Pippa bothered with right and left shoes.

Yet all in all, we're still a bunch of big kids.

I like to skip because I can't help but smile when I'm skipping (either I'm too uncoordinated to frown and skip at the same time or else it's a physical impossibility)!

Experience each moment as if it were the first sensation of its kind ever. Bring childlike interest and curiosity to your present-time experience.