#babies

They're not the sharpest people - babies. So, you must be everything to them. ↗

— Paul Reiser

#everything #must #people #sharpest #them

War will never cease until babies begin to come into the world with larger cerebrums and smaller adrenal glands. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#babies #begin #cease #come #glands

Directors who turn into big babies and shut out criticism stop learning. ↗

— Richard King

#big #criticism #directors #into #learning

Make no mistake about why these babies are here - they are here to replace us. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#babies #here #make #make no mistake #mistake

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case. ↗

— William Shatner

#babies #big #bodies #case #did

Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane. "Sebastian Kane Cannon. You're going to marry me and use my last name, right?" "Is that supposed to be a proposal? ↗

— Christine Feehan

#children #humor #marriage-proposal #humor

I've never really understood the desire people have to quantify a baby. "He's X big and Y long," As if the baby is a fish you're not sure you're going to keep. Or some prize potato you're hoping will win a prize at the county fair. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#humor #humor

She was glad that she had not let on to Lonzo how she felt; a woman has business to be as strong as a man. No, a woman has to be stronger than a man. A man don't mind laying the ax between a calf's eyes; a woman does mind, and has to stand by and watch it done. A man fathers a little un, but a woman feels it shove up against her heart, and beat on her body, and drag on her with its weight. A woman has to be stronger than a man. ↗

— Caroline Miller

#strength-and-courage #women #business

There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#death #erie #haunting #life #zombie-apocalypse

While I was looking into Olivia's mad eyes and dreaming, my son left his game and his place by the fire. I didn't even notice as he went toward what I had thought was a bundle of rags. I didn't notice as he turned it over and drew back the blanket, lifted it carefully in his small arms. I only noticed when he spoke. "Look, Daddy!" Then, too late, I turned around. I did not know what I was seeing, but even then I felt a sudden lurch of shock and dread. I felt as if I had looked away at a crucial moment and my child had fallen into the fire and been burned horribly. I saw my son, my Alan, my darling boy, and in his arms a creature with staring, terrible black eyes. Something that had not stirred or cried out even when Olivia threw it on the floor. "Daddy," Alan said, glowing. "It's a baby. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#dreams