If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty!
And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say: You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.
Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.
Whenever a woman strengthens the faith of a child, she contributes to the strength of a family - now and in the future.
Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.
I never feared the night, not even as a child, but Blackcliff’s night is different, heavy with a silence that makes you look over your shoulder, a silence that feels like a living thing.
Meadow's Waltz ...the meadow had become her sanctuary of spirit offering an escape from a pain no child should ever endure foreboding clouds began...
The Unexpected Gift Torn asunder from her slumber in the hour of half past three The child knew the tyrannical regime and followed instinctively. -(slice from Enigmatic Evolution)
Parting One is strong, a child now grown The other weak, a parent aged - The strong once feeble The weak once mighty - Time, the infinity has marked them...
Oh, I guess I'm physically able to father a child. That's not what I'm thinking. I'm too closely married to a quiet reading lamp".
Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along―the same person that I am today.
History, the way the teachers liked it, was a racetrack, a straight shot from start to finish line; life itself was more of a maze.
I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.
Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.
They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.
Simply building a fence between a child and temptation is not the same things as preparing him to face life.
Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.
