All Quotes By Tag: Children

“The complexities of adult life get in the way of the truth. The great philosophers have always been able to clear away the complexities and see simple distinctions – simple once they are stated, vastly difficult before. If we are to follow them we too must be childishly simple in our questions – and maturely wise in our replies.”

“There’s nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn’t even have to matter what they’re laughing about.”

“Beyond all sciences, philosophies, theologies, and histories, a child’s relentless inquiry is truly all it takes to remind us that we don’t know as much as we think we know.”

“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”

“You can’t give her that!’ she screamed. ‘It’s not safe!’IT’S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY’RE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.’She’s a child!’ shouted Crumley.IT’S EDUCATIONAL.’What if she cuts herself?’THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON.”

“Having children is like living in a frat house – nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.”

“Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them”

“Sweater, n. Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.”

“Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”

“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.”

“To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.”

“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?””They go to hell,” was my ready and orthodox answer.”And what is hell? Can you tell me that?””A pit full of fire.””And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?””No, sir.””What must you do to avoid it?”I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: “I must keep in good health and not die.”

“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself… You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.”

“While I was drying off Maddie after her bath tonight, she said, ‘I love you’ to me for the first time. It sounded like ‘All lub boo,’ but I didn’t care. To reciprocate, I showed her what an ex-Marine looks like when he cries.”

“The greatest thing a father can do for his children is to respect the woman that gave birth to his children. It is because of her that you have the greatest treasures in your life. You may have moved on, but your children have not. If you can’t be her soulmate, then at least be thoughtful. Whom your children love should always be someone that you acknowledge with kindness. Your children notice everything and will follow your example.”