Quotes About Child

She belongs to Steele. She's got a child. Steele's son, so that woman and that boy are ours.

Know this, sivamet-this child will be mine. I will take Vadim's blood from you and exchange it for mine. Eventually, over time, she will be ours. My child and yours. My blood will change her cells. her organs, reshaping and repairing any damage. 'The healer- - Dragomir to Emeline

The gate will swing open in welcome for the man who is destined to become the love of the eldest child's life.

The last child is secure. The phrase to remove him from the safety circle is Curious George likes his bike.

It is not for my sake only, but for humans and Carpathians alike. This child must live, Shea," he reiterated. "She must." Shea clearly felt the warning, the plea from his otherwise damned soul. This child was his only hope.

Gregori's silver eyes moved over both women, then settled on Shea. "The child must be protected. It is no use appealing to Raven for logic, as she has none, and Mikhail is so besotted with her that he does not see his first duty, so it is up to you. For the sake of all of us, you must protect this child.

Gregori is a great healer. I know you think he could be the vampire--it's there in your face when you look at him--but he would give his life for you, for me, for Mikhail. He's a great man. He could help you so much if you'd let him." "He's the scariest man I've ever met," Shea admitted. "If I had a child, a daughter, I would not want that man to be her husband.

The child is father to the man" is a Romantic riddle that turns worldly hierarchy on its head. It means that the child is in some sense the superior of the man; the child is wiser than the man. Ironically, the eventual broad acceptance of this truth did not so much liberate the Victorian bourgeois as it haunted them and gave them a bad conscience. They sensed that the poets were right.

In the very recent past, we have seen the Church of Rome befouled by its complicity with the unpardonable sin of child rape, or, as it might be phrased in Latin form, no child's behind left.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

Christopher Moore is the author of ten novels, including this one. He began writing at age six and became the oldest known child prodigy when, in his early thirties, he published his first novel.

He was continually surprised at the speed and accuracy of her creepiness. She was like some creepiness child prodigy

Chet looked like a big-eyed, potbellied, protohuman in fur-lined, duct-tape space boots - the feline love child of Gollum and Dobby the house-elf.

To have a child is the greatest honor and responsibility that can be bestowed upon any living being." At last they arrived at a ribbed

But if you wish, you can imagine that the Shadow does wait for your return and that it does remember everything that has gone before and that it doesn't let you accept yourself as perfect until you let it. There is truth in that. That is why a child usually cries as soon as it's born. With its first breath, the Shadow returns.

Comforting your child is different from spoiling; it gives a child a sense of security

That's who attacked us?" Balkan muttered. "She's barely more than a child." "A small package with a big surprise inside," Sarrin said dryly.

If the child's image of a dead father created only or mostly in fantasy is idealized—dead soldiers are usually idealized as heroes—the mourning over losing them (their fantasized images) becomes more difficult. There is psychological resistance to giving up a hero constructed in one's mind and making him an average dead man.

If you ask the great city, 'Who is this person?,' she will answer, 'He is my child.

Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.

In fact, he who has only beheld the misery of man has seen nothing; the misery of woman is what he must see; he who has seen only the misery of woman has seen nothing; he must see the misery of the child.

The child entered the hut. The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to himself: - I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors.

In the neighborhood she was called the Lark. People like figurative names and were happy to give a nickname to this child, no larger than a bird, trembling, frightened, and shivering, first to wake every morning in the house and the village, always in the street or in the fields before dawn. Except that the poor lark never sang.

The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody. This of all miseries is the coldest.