Quotes About Child

The Voice of Christ: My child, this is the disposition which you should have if you wish to walk with Me. You should be as ready to suffer as to enjoy. You should as willingly be destitute and poor as rich and satisfied.

To be little is not attributing to oneself the virtues that one practices, believing oneself capable of anything, but recognizing that God places this treasure in the hands of His little child to be used when necessary; but it remains always God's treasure.

There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child.

a poor friendless child, apparently ten years old; but she seemed hunger bitten; and sufferings of that sort often make children look older than they are.

As far as same-sex marriage, I really would want to think about that a lot more given the fact that my focus would be always on the child. The innocent should not be given more even burdens than what is absolutely necessary.

I work in a mix of areas and am informed by them all: child development, psycholinguistics, education, and most especially, cognitive neuroscience.

From what I hear, it's a normal thing to feel guilty as a mother, especially when trying to fill the needs of a newborn along with maintaining what you had with your first child.

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

I had no choice in having two C-sections and I can't believe the lack of understanding of people who assume I have not 'put the work in' or don't have the same connection with my child that I would have had if I'd had natural birth.

There is absolutely no doubt about it, and I may not be the one that does it, but the cloned child is coming. There is absolutely no way that it will not happen.

When your lover visits to discuss the illegitimate child you kept a secret from him, offer him a glass of wine… The one that most definitely not been in the dowager duchess's handbook.

My child, My love and my regret, as you were when I first laid eyes on you, a tiny old man who hadn't the time to brush off his ancient expression, naked and misshapen in the nurse's arms.

I knew how to raise my own child, what did he think it was, a game of Scrabble or Monopoly, there are no rules, was she so blind that she couldn't see that all that mental midget had done was turn her into a nervous wreck, full of doubt about something that had come naturally to her from the beginning, something any idiot could see, which was that she was a wonderful mother, full of love and patience?

I remember thinking that no one had ever told me how much I would love my child; now, of course, I realized something else no one tells you: that a child is a grenade. When you have a baby, you set off an explosion in your marriage, and when the dust settles, your marriage is different from what it was.

They never see what you are. Shocked, Jude glanced around to see who'd spoken, then realized she had. Don't they? Brenna wanted to know, lifting her brow as she topped off Jude's glass yet again. They see a reflection of their own perception. Whore or angel, mother or child. Depending on their view, they're compelled to protect or conquer or exploit. Or you're a convenience, she murmured. Easily discarded.

There's just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.

Come away! O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. —W. B. YEATS

Vai nu exist? veste mai fericit? decât cea legat? de un copil. Philip, o s? mai avem un bebe. -Ai grij? ce spui. Ultima dat? când ai zis asta, a ap?rut Emmaline dup? nou? luni. Râzând, Lucia se aÅŸez? lâng? el ÅŸi-l îmbr??i??, ap?sându-ÅŸi obrazul de al lui.

There's just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.

I am the child of a lunatic. Not a child of God.

You're training a new employee,' says Mrs. Clark, 'to take over your boring old job.' When you raise a child.

This isn't about love and hate, Helen says. It's about control. People don't sit down and read a poem to kill their child. They just want the child to sleep. They just want to dominate. No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way. The masochist bullies the sadist into action. The most passive person is actually an aggressor.

Denny, 'Çocuk doÄŸurmak için izin alman gerekmiyor. Öyleyse niye ev yapman için izin alman gereksin ki?' diye soruyor. 'Peki ya tehlikeli ve çirkin bir ev yaparsan?' diye soruyorum. Denny, "Peki ya tehlikeli ve göt gibi bir evlat yetiÅŸtirirsen?" diyor.

From his research he knew that child traffickers walk amongst us. They stand beside us at the bank. They sit next to us in restaurants. Foster had scarcely had to scratch the surface of the web before such predators had glommed onto him, sending their corruption and trying to rope him into their sickening world.