Quotes
Quotes about Children
There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God,
Than from theyr children to spare the rod.
Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
Children and fooles cannot lye.
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio dæmonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.
[Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
Or if I would delight my private hours
With music or with poem, where so soon
As in our native language can I find
That solace?
Men are but children of a larger growth.
Books, the children of the brain.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
Birds in their little nests agree;
And 't is a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.
Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,
Childless with all her children, wants an heir;
To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,
Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,--disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.
Society became my glittering bride,
And airy hopes my children.
No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. While it stands, the latest generations of the grateful children of America will make this pilgrimage to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot.
The author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.
There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.
