#baby

When I think of Tomodachi, I think of your mother. Your mother, she too lose her baby. She lose you. That very sad thing for her. Maybe she come looking, and she not find you. You not there when she come. She think you dead for ever. But she see you in her mind. Now as I speak maybe she see you in her mind. You always there. I know. I have son too. I have Michiya. He always in my head. Like Kimi. They dead for sure, but they in my head. They in my head forever. ↗

— Michael Morpurgo

#family #kensuke-s-kingdom #love #michael-morpurgo #mother

We can’t go from zero to sixty in a day or even a week when it comes to shifting our food-habit gears. We have to take baby steps, starting with an increasing awareness of our habits and a willingness to chip away at the ones that aren’t doing us any good. Slowly, with time and commitment, we move away from the rat-race, multitasking mentality to a place where we want to give our meals and ourselves the time and attention we deserve. ↗

— Mary DeTurris Poust

#eating #faith #food #mindful-eating #mindfulness

I once saw the world’s ugliest baby drown. But then I realized, “That’s not a baby, that’s a log. And it’s not drowning, it’s burning.” I wonder what it did to deserve that? It was probably a heretic. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#burn #drown #funny #heretic #ugly

Somebody left a pair of baby shoes on a bench. I would have taken them home, if only they weren’t too big for my feet.
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— Jarod Kintz

#baby-shoes #bench #bizarre #feet #funny

Mrs. Pocket was at home, and was in a little difficulty, on account of the baby's having been accommodated with a needle case to keep him quiet during the unaccountable absence (with a relative in the Foot Guards) of Millers. And more needles were missing than it could be regarded as quite wholesome for a patient of such tender years either to apply externally or to take as a tonic. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#dickens #great-expectations #needle #tonic #home

Here she is,” her mum said, cooing at the baby, “my special girl.” “Oh, cheers,” Valkyrie said, rolling her eyes. ↗

— Derek Landy

#sarcasm #special #death

I write so that my handful of pebbles, cast daily into still waters, will produce a ripple. ↗

— Anne Schroeder

#inspirational #memoir #women-s #inspirational

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written. ↗

— Toba Beta

#life #newborn #secret #soul #waiting

It's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start ↗

— Ron Rash

#life #tears #life

Her life, she knew, was becoming simplified into an unbreakable chain of habits, a series of orderly actions at regular hours. Vaguely, she thought of herself as a happy woman; yet she was aware that this monotony of contentment had no relation to what she had called happiness in her youth. It was better perhaps; it was certainly as good; but it measured all the difference between youth and maturity. ↗

— Ellen Glasgow

#life