Quotes About Child

When she was pregnant with her second child, a midwife asked if Catherine had any unspoken fears about anything that could go wrong with the baby - such as genetic defects or complications during the birth. My sister said, 'My only fear is that he might grow up to become a Republican.

Do you think you are the only one to suffer? Read your Bible, child; this world is not a paradise but a vale of tears. Do you think God made an exception for you? Look around you, what do you see? All is anguish. Everywhere you turn is sorrow. If you do not see sorrow at first glance, look more carefully. You will soon enough see it.

As for Alma's father—Henry Whittaker, the gentleman of the estate—he was pleased with his child.

A mother never abandons her child, even when he seems to want it

I'm thinking of that Florida lady again, the one who wanted a book about the lighter side of a child's death, and I know: all she wanted was permission to remember her child with pleasure instead of grief. To remember that he was dead, but to remember him without pain: he's dead but of course she still loves him, and that love isn't morbid or bloodstained or unsightly, it doesn't need to be shoved away.

Making the decision to have a child—it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go

even a one-hour shortage in appropriate sleep time will compromise a child's alertness and brain functioning and increase fatigue.

if your child is not getting close to the amount of sleep on the following chart, he may be chronically overtired, and this will directly affect his behavior, moods, health, learning, and growth.

it takes between 90 and 120 minutes for your child to move through one sleep cycle. Each stage of sleep brings a different benefit to the sleeper.

Once again my aggravating but useful child rescued me from an unwelcome guest.

My raven," she would say, reaching up and rippling it like cloth, "my darkness, my silky child, my night river

One blink of a camera eye (can't quite put his finger on the name of the photographer) and that child dressed in leaves became all these things: sad, terribly, beautiful, funny, terrifying, dark, light, charming, fairystory, folkstory, truth.

One blink of a camera eye (can't quite put his finger on the name of the photographer) and that child dressed in leaves became all these things: sad, terrible, beautiful, funny, terrifying, dark, light, charming, fairystory, folkstory, truth.

There was once a child whose mother fell asleep. The end. Is that it? I said What else do you need to know? you said. Can't you tell me a little more about them? I said. (I was beginning to despair of your storytelling technique.)

There, child!" cried Aunt Alvirah, "ye haven't eaten enough breakfast to keep a fly alive.

Now she has headed back up toward the Chalet. Has her father signaled her in some way? I don't see any sign of him. He never seems to pay any attention to her nor tries to know where she is. Polly found his behavior negligent, but perhaps Nan is—in general—better off for it. Not every parent pays attention in a way that is to the child's benefit.

My love for the child asleep in the crib, the child's need for me, for my vigilance, had made my life valuable in a way that even the most abundantly offered love, my parents', my brother's, even Tom's, had failed to do. Love was required of me now--to be given, not merely to be sought and returned.

Learning is a result of listening, which in turn leads to even better listening and attentiveness to the other person. In other words, to learn from the child, we must have empathy, and empathy grows as we learn.

After all, watching a child march successfully into the larger world is one of the greatest satisfactions parenthood has to offer.

There's such joy and fearless in that face, isn't there? It's like the look you see on a child's face before the age of reason sets in.

Anyway,' he said, snapping the cap decisively onto his fountain pen, 'let's go and see what's for tea'. He noticed, surprised, that he had been needing to talk to somebody about what he was doing, and Jessica felt the sleepy gratification of a child who has been told a story.

It is justice and respect that I want the world to dust off and put - without delay, and with tenderness - back on the head of the Palestinian child. It will be imperfect justice and respect because the injustice and disrespect have been so severe. But I believe we are right to try.

If the child is a budding psychologist, we parents are the laboratory rats.

I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.