Quotes About Child

If I resist the stars and nature…I'll be nothing but a sinner, doing harm against heaven. All for the wish to save my child.

Your full name, Kama Ho'omaluhia i ka La'i, means 'child who brings peace.

Help me', he said, like a lost child. Go to Hell, the room respectfully replied; and for the first time in his life, he knew exactly what that meant.

Septimus, if the ivy needs to consume a human child to become all-powerful, it's safe to assume it's the invasive stuff.

His disdain for those he robbed was of a different variety, akin to that of a child grinding his shoe on a cockroach.

My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.

For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, This is what I have made of it! This! And what had she made of it? What, indeed?

And of course she enjoyed life immensely. It was her nature to enjoy. Anyhow there was no bitterness in her; none of that sense of moral virtue which is so repulsive in good women. She enjoyed practically everything. If you walked with her in Hyde Park now it was a bed of tulips, now a child in a perambulator, now some absurd little drama she made up on the spur of the moment.

she let it uphold her and sustain her, this admirable fabric of the masculine intelligence, which ran up and down, crossed this way and that, like iron girders spanning the swaying fabric, upholding the world, so that she could trust herself to it utterly, even shut her eyes, or flicker them for a moment, as a child staring up from its pillow winks at the myriad layers of the leaves of a tree. Then she woke up. It was still being fabricated.

under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.

I leaf again and again through these miserable memories, and keep asking myself, was it then, in the glitter of that remote summer, that the rift in my life began; or was my excessive desire for that child only the first evidence of an inherent singularity?

Hardly had the Farlows gone than a blue-chinned cleric called—and I tried to make the interview as brief as was consistent with neither hurting his feelings nor arousing his doubts. Yes, I would devote all my life to the child's welfare. Here, incidentally, was a little cross that Charlotte Becker had given me when we were both young. I had a female cousin, a respectable spinster in New York. There we would find a good private school for Dolly. Oh, what a crafty Humbert!

And I also knew that the child, my child, knew he was looking, enjoyed the lechery of his look and was putting on a show of gambol and glee, the vile and beloved slut

Character is everything, especially these days when that's what publishers are asking for. Make sure that yours have child appeal. Also don't have a huge cast of characters. One or two is best, four, the maximum.

My memory of your casual smile This memory, like a child's bit of sweet embroidery smuggled out of an asylum

Even my identity has been kept hidden from me. It is a child's ghost buried in mud. It is an old woman waving at me from a passing train.

Because whenever a woman kills her child, every other mother—at least, every one who's honest with herself—has a flash of sympathy. Not empathy. They don't want to have done it, cannot imagine doing it. But they know.

the difference between them and her own child stabbed hard into Leigh's worried heart.

Distinguish between your child and his behavior. Always acknowledge behavior that you want to reinforce - not the child for doing what he did. For example, rather than saying "What a good boy for dressing yourself!", say "Hey that's good dressing!

Mama!" a little boy squealed. "Take me closer!

As the child grows older, obtaining love from the parents becomes linked to pleasing them, so that love is associated with duty, burden, and bondage. For many with this survival style, obtaining love becomes inextricably tied with the necessity to please, often at the expense of their own integrity and autonomy.

A healthy child protests when they are mistreated.

Television has changed the American child from an irresistable force to an immovable object.

Life begins as a quest of the child for the man and ends as a journey by the man to rediscover the child.