She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.
But sometimes I wanted to feel like a child, to know that he would stand in front of me while waves crashed towards us or arrows come at us.
Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with ghosts hovering around her.
I didn't begin life hating my grandmother. Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.
I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.
Because evil, my dear child, can be done to anyone and by everyone, but good can only be done to those who need it.
One minute I was playing chess and doing maths all the time, the next I had been rerouted into more 'normal' girls' activities: reading, writing stories and worrying about my clothes.
That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.
The immediate impact of its soaring peaks induced a silence so impregnated with its powerful presence that even Edith was struck dumb.
Irma was aware, for a little while, of a rather curious sound coming up from the plain. Like the beating of far-off drums.
The choice not to have sex, not to be hurt. The choice not to risk pregnancy. And then... what if she had become pregnant? The choice not to abort? The choice not to have a child?
In every southerner, beneath the veneer of clichés lies a much deeper motherlode of cliché. But even cliché is overlaid with enormous power when a child is involved.
A woman I had sex with is carrying my child, because God has made it so that my hands are full. They’re full of hope for the future.
I think that it is a great tragedy that a child can lose their mother, father, sister or brother, because you and I made a decision that getting loaded was more important than they are.
The headline read, Man Saves Child From Burning House, and I just have to ask: Why did that kid want to burn down the house?
Well, now, what do you expect? You're His child. Of course you're going to be lonely when you hold yourself from Him.
It is to the Cross that the Christian is challenged to follow his Master: no path of redemption can make a detour around it.
Once the wounded child awakens to its human self, a primal scream emerges from the depths of denial like the Kraken released from its underwater prison.
It is my belief that when a child has been robbed of their visionary rights that they gravitate toward religion and spirituality in an effort to regain their Subjective autonomy.
She'd been trained as a child no to trust anyone, but he'd just saved her life, and she was freezing. He could be a yeti for all she cared.
Vampires bore a grudge longer than any technically living creatures, and whenever they were in a bad temper, they expressed themselves through murder.
