Quotes About Child

it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed.

The human child—so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.)

Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.

Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.

Torquelike, fear encircled her throat with its dull constant pressure.... ...give the newborn child fresh from his own salt sea a look at the bigger ocean he had crossed. p 20

In this chapter, we'll picture these rule-making and rule-breaking parts of you as humans. Tiny humans. We'll call them the Dictator and the Wild Child.

God loves you. He wants you to be His child, not His avenger. You find the facts, but let Him reveal the truth. Because He's the only one who knows it. All of it.

When I opened the door to her I felt like a child who believes itself lost on a swarming street and suddenly sees that all-solving outline, that indispensable displacement of air.

Please, Lord, answer this one small prayer. Not just for me, but for Cara. Help me play with my child once more before I die. Bring my Cara home.

Something lay buried in the ground. Under grass. Under twenty-three years of June rain. A small forgotten thing. Nothing that the world would miss. A child's plastic wristwatch with the time painted on it. Ten to two, it said.

But, she said, "It's the rare child who is able to think, 'Is this place what Mom would want or like or need?' It's more like they're seeing it through their own lens." The child asks, "Is this a place I would be comfortable leaving Mom?

The question was how to buy the child time to find out. It wasn't clear he'd last the night.

She felt as if she were a helpless child.

This house is full of women who all want to have their say about my child.

If the child is not mine I have no control over her and don't want to have any, and that is precisely what you do want, isn't it? But perhaps you want even more—to have power over the child, but still have me to support you. LAURA.

I do not believe in a hereafter; the child was my future life. That was my conception of immortality, and perhaps the only one that has any analogy in reality. If you take that away from me, you cut off my life. LAURA.

LAURA. Because the mother is closer to the child, as it has been discovered that no one can tell for a certainty who the father of a child is. CAPTAIN.

I saw a monkey walking on a leash and thought it was an ugly foreign child.

She had set out to break him, as if, unable to equal his value, she could surpass it by destroying it, as if the measure of his greatness would thus become the measure of hers, as if…the vandal who smashed a statue were greater than the artist who made it, as if the murderer who killed a child were greater than the mother who had given it birth.

Man, whose tool of survival is the mind, does not merely fail to teach a child to think, but devotes the child's education to the purpose of destroying his brain, of convincing him that thought is futile and evil, before he has started to think.

And perhaps Solaris is the cradle of your divine child, Snow went on, with a widening grin that increased the number of lines round his eyes. Solaris could be the first phase of the despairing God. Perhaps its intelligence will grow enormously. All the contents of our Solarist libraries could be just a record of his teething troubles…

Witchcraft is fun. It offers us a chance to play, to act silly, to let the inner child come out. Out of foolishness and play, creativity is born.

Well, there is one thing. Perhaps you could change the child's name." "Change his name?" said Amphitryon. "How would that help?" "If you were to call him 'Hera's glory' for instance? 'Hera's pride.'" And so it was decided. From now on Alcides would be called Heracles.

See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; He holds us all within his mind. On his back all vows are made; He sees the truth but may not said. He loves the land and loves the sea, And even loves a child like me