Quotes About Child

Most child behavioral development research is implicitly stage oriented, concerning: (a) the sequence with which stages emerge; (b) how experience influences the speed and surety with which that sequential tape of maturation unreels; and (c) how this helps create the adult a child ultimately becomes.

A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls

A child of about eleven, garbed in a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish-gray wincey. She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids of very thick, decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others.

So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fullness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.

A child who was more or less under-nourished -- not in body, but in soul. More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam.

Shirley, the little brown boy, as he was known in the family Who's Who, was asleep in Susan's arms. He was brown-haired, brown-eyed and brown-skinned, with very rosy cheeks, and he was Susan's especial love. After his birth Anne had been very ill for a long time, and Susan mothered the baby with a passionate tenderness which none of the other children, dear as they were to her, had ever called out. Dr. Blythe had said that but for her he would never have lived.

Is that a nice thing to say to your mother? Oh, how true it is that it is sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child." "Is that a nice thing to say to your daughter?" said unrepentant Valancy.

It's a fearful responsibility to have a child in your house you can't trust.

Maybe," Summer said. "But an adult child's pride in her father is a small compensation for feeling loved by him when she's young.

Is he your only child? I asked, my only son padma said. My condolences I said....Anita Blake

In the past we assumed it was out of a woman's control" whether or not she had a child. "Now we think it's her choice, so we can blame her.

In reflecting back the respect others had for the name and the title, this child had already begun to take into himself those qualities which justified the respect.

I'm convinced that before the year 2000 is over, the first child will have been born on the moon.

When a child enters your life it's time to learn [not time to teach].

Father in Heaven! When the thought of thee wakes in our hearts let it not awaken like a frightened bird that flies about in dismay, but like a child waking from its sleep with a heavenly smile.

To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.

The Normal is the good smile in a child's eyes - all right. It is also the dead stare in a million adults.

Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.

A child regards your cheery smile as evidence that you are on his side, so he relaxes and is happier.

Peace is a child's beautiful smile and a flower's freshnessPeace is an inner perception of joyfulness and happiness.

I realize now that a happy mother might very well make a joyful child.

The mystery of the child's soul is hidden completely from the parents. It belongs to God alone, to whom life belongs.

The child teaches the adult something else about love: that genuine love should involve a constant attempt to interpret with maximal generosity what might be going on, at any time, beneath the surface of difficult and unappealing behavior.

The child had woken before she could ask whether this meant that pigeons were all human ghosts, forms that dead people had gone into and become, or whether they somehow existed simultaneously in Heaven, where dead people go, and up amongst the rafters of the derelict barn in the neighbour's yard at the same time.