Quotes About Child

I thought of all the households in this country that would rejoice at a child's ferocious need to learn, of the fact that this book had been hidden away, and wanted to push Adeline Carpenter's face into the stew to boil along with her dumplings!

They were afraid of the child. Fursey didn't know whether to pity her or be glad for her. Fear could always be used.

Pray no one is clever enough to look beyond the child to her mother and the terrible ambition there.

Ah, she'd forgotten that. Well, the child needed reminding sometimes.

He must find out what the witch woman, the child's mother, was up to with Osric, he of the kingly ambition. He'd heard talk. And this child would soon be living in very dangerous times indeed.

I think I would be very sad if I wasn't able to have a baby.

Sometimes the child in one behaves a certain way and the rest of oneself follows behind, slowly shaking its head.

After it all, am still the weird father of your child.

Nothing," she'd say, and go back to some busywork. But I knew what she was watching for. Colleen headed toward home, a small child's hand in hers. Love and reason have never been well acquainted.

Descriptive Praise is about noticing and commenting on exactly what your child has done that is right or just okay, or even what he hasn't done wrong.

KEY CONCEPT Descriptive Praise improves behavior The concept of Descriptive Praise is easy to grasp: 1. Notice a little thing that your child is doing that is right—or even the smallest step in the right direction! 2. Tell your child exactly what you notice. Describe the behavior in detail. 3. Leave out the over-the-top superlatives.

With any child entering adolescence, one hunts for signs of health, is desperate for the smallest indication that the child's problems will never be important enough for a television movie.

We can begin, I think, to make sense of these paradoxes if we think of the Oedipal project as the causa sui (father-of-oneself) project, and therefore in essence a revolt against death generally, and specifically against the biological principle separating mother and child.

Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with it apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence.

Clover] secretly hitched a ride with a nice German couple and their new baby...Clover appeared to the baby, so as to be a delightful, soothing surprise. Well, the child did like Clover. In fact, she held him and cooed. When the parents turned around to look at her and saw their child holding a furry, living creature, they needlessly panicked.

The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise— Into growth and destruction, Into solitude and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.

Power came the way a child came -- with agony.

All I need is fresh human blood when I'm healthy and everything's normal. I need fresh meat for healing injuries and illnesses, for sustaining growth spurts, and for carrying a child.

They're good words. Not good enough to welcome a child into the world and into the community. No words are good enough to do that, and yet, somehow, words are needed. Ceremony is needed.

Everything is darkened by the shadow of your love for your child." I

It was all pretense with her when she returned his various little signs and signals. How pitiful to be so old one isn't even tempted to flirt any more! How amazing to be so crazy about your own child that being crazy about a man loses all interest and excitement in comparison.

Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.

Camus had often told friends that nothing was more scandalous than the death of a child, and nothing more absurd than to die in a car accident.

Needless to say, the dynamic of the resurrection and a God who cannot be buried for long is the dynamic of a child's jack-in-the-box writ large in golden cosmic letters.