If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed.
The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it.
The laughter of adults was always very different from the laughter of children. The former indicated a recognition of the familiar, but in children it came from the shock of the new.
The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.
Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.
Literature is mostly about sex and not much about having children; and life is the other way around.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream. - The Man in the Water, 1994.
A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.
Teaching Children to Love -Doc Childre.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Ye children of man! whose life is a span Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Adults are obsolete children.
Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
The peace makers shall be called the children of God.
The world men inhabit is rather bleak. It is a world full of doubt and confusion, where vulnerability must be hidden, not shared; where competition, not co-operation, is the order of the day; where men sacrifice the possibility of knowing their own children and sharing in their upbringing, for the sake of a job they may have chosen by chance, which may not suit them and which in many cases dominates their lives to the exclusion of much else.
Having children makes you no more a parent than having a piano makes you a pianist.
The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love.
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the homeâwill the woman let him? I answer yes. Because then he becomes one of the children.
We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.
Nobody can misunderstand a boy like his own mother. Mothers at present can bring children into the world, but this performance is apt to mark the end of their capacities. They can't even attend to the elementary animal requirements of their offspring. It is quite surprising how many children survive in spite of their mothers.
Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have the same enemy-- the mother.
I refuse to admit that I am more than 52, even if that makes my children illegitimate.