Quotes About Child

child, have invented such a vision? Maybe we do go home, finally.

My vision was dim, and I knew I was smiling-not a vicious smile, you understand, but something secretive and beyond anything the child had ever beheld.

The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?

Her longing for him was unbearably painful. In truth, she looked at the beautiful, spoiled, self-indulgent man and saw a wounded, angry child. One who needed her.

religion, and Rachel called a cult. The man who had mesmerized her dying mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years

The child didn't wake. She only nestled closer and sighed. So after all, Ezra could have put his coat beneath her head. He had missed an opportunity. It was like missing a train - or something more important, something that would never come again. There was no explanation for the grief that suddenly filled him.

Is it not a wondrous thing, to see your child born?" He nodded. "Indeed. But I'll tell you what is no less wondrous to me right now. That after a woman endures all this, why she is then willing to let any man ever again get within ten feet of her bed!

each hour is a room of shame, and I am swimming, swimming, holding my head up, smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed, like being naked with the clothed, or being a child, having to try to behave while hating the terms of your life.

Inglis is full of metaphors about hands because they've been so important to our human development. It'll come in handy, we say. This child's a handful, and This is getting out of hand, or You're in good hands.

He is the pliant favored child of privilege, of corporate connections, a construct of public relations wizards and of party propagandists.

the child's life had allowed few if any illusions, and she already had an adult awareness that planning and happening were quite different things.

We all laughed and laughed Because, yes, my mother was Exactly the kind of mortal Who challenged the Gods. She was the reservation Medea. She was the indigenous Antigone. But just imagine how it felt to be Her fragile child. I never stopped Being afraid of her. I never left That dark porch. I am still Sleeping with those dogs.

they look at adoption through rose-colored glasses, trying to make it a win/win situation for unplanned pregnancies and infertility, never giving a thought about what effect adoption has on the child.

Hear me Isis as I pray. See her pain and take it all away. Let the heaven's light shine bright from above. And wrap her in your most benevolent love. Let no evil touch this child. Protect and hold her all the while. Save her from the darkness, ills and fevers of all kind. Heal her wounds by your most sacred design. There is nothing more earnest I can say. Except please accept my humble heart as I pray.

Dancer, she chided, I promise you, no mother would rather lose her child. Lifting his head, he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while a sad smile played at the edges of his lips. That's you speaking. You don't know my mother. I promise you, she would rather see me dead than be dishonored. Then tell them I raped you. He arched an amused brow at that. I could have drugged you first. I did kiss you without your consent. And my lips thank you for that.

White wing'd angels meet the child On the vestibule of life.

I can't imagine anything that would signal more clearly that life goes on and joy can follow tragedy than your having a much wanted child.

When you birth a child, it's like a bloody giving of self to the creation of a life.

Our single greatest defense against scientific ignorance is education, and early in the life of every scientist, the child's first interest was sparked by a teacher.

Those who help a child help humanity with an immediateness which no other help given to human creature in any other stage of human life can possibly give again.

The healing begins when we can start to feel more gratitude that our child came into our life than despair and outrage that our child died. The gratitude is what heals the despair.

Even a child who's above average on self-control could improve their financial outcomes in mid-life if they improved their self-control skills early on.

In France, anyone can use your music on like a TV show or whatever - they don't need to ask permission. It's almost like a child when it has its own life.

So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.