Quotes of: Young-children Keyword

If we want to raise children who will remain faithful to Christ and His Church, they need to see fathers on their knees in prayer.

Journey to Heaven: A Road Map for Catholic Men

Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.

Kings of Colorado

I will continue to freak out my children by knitting in public. It's good for them.

At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much

The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.

Rabbit, Run

... and you're the son of his youngest. He has no other children. Oh, your father's dead, by the way. Fell off a horse two years ago.' 'Good to know.

The Republic of Thieves

To Howard Goodkin, for the immense work he did in his short life so Hispanic children can stand tall and proud.

Standing Tall: The Stories of Ten Hispanic Americans

It was true. There really was no limit to the ways in which you could say the wrong thing to your children. You offered an olive branch and it was the wrong olive branch at the wrong time.

A Spot of Bother

Drunkenness - that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.

Sketches by Boz

Morality comes from religion? There are no babies or babies or babies. Religion is imposed on children by adults and society, and morality is an evolutionary adaptation. Period.

Supernatural Hypocrisy: The Cognitive Dissonance of a God Cosmology

You can’t become a billionaire stepping over children sleeping on the street.

The Speech: A Historic Filibuster on Corporate Greed and the Decline of Our Middle Class

Ruefully admitting we can neither remain children nor all become artists still less saints and mystics, we turn back, regretfully, but massively, to the time-ridden world.

The Savage & Beautiful Country

I wasn't exactly good with children. I wasn't bad with them, as such. I just wasn't around them much and, because of that, when I was, they freaked me out because I didn't know what to do with them.

Sweet Dreams

I say haven’t we had enough of just tossing our children in jail? Make them do community service, I say!

The Summer of Our Discontent

You two are children almost grown. Your hearts have not hardened to the realities of the world. Your dreams have not fallen through your fingers. You still know hope.

Shadowplay

Live then, beloved children of my heart, and never forget that, until the day God deigns to reveal the future to man, the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words; Wait and Hope.

Sleepers

The state must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. As long as the government is perceived as working for the benefit of the children, the people will happily endure almost any curtailment of liberty and almost any depriv...

Mein Kampf

I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them. Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.

My Sister's Keeper

Children—their untroubled, idyllic vision of the future is almost always shattered. Sooner or later they learn what all youth must—that life is the cruel fate that awaits them while they make plans for a tomorrow that will never be.

A Mixture of Madness

Here we raise his children for him, cook for him, bring up his crops, butcher his hogs - even fight his wars for him - and he still won't acknowledge our existence.

Moth

A year ago he had been in America. Two years ago he had been straight. Tonight he was underground, with the remains of the bogey man, lit by the torches of the children who had killed him.

Necessary Errors

Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.

In the Night Garden