#chi

How do you always know just what to say?" I ask. His laugh rumbles through me. "Practice, I guess." I pull back and give him a quizzical look. "I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging me close. "I should hope I know what to say now that I've got you. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#fins-are-forever #lily #lily-sanderson #mer-people #mermaids

Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#identity #kundera #love

There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much. ↗

— Chitose Yagami

#beat #chitose #fall #in-love #like

Your job as a parent is not to make your child's way smooth, but rather to help her develop inner resources so she can cope. ↗

— Ellyn Satter

#love

The dilemma of the eighth-grade dance is that boys and girls use music in different ways. Girls enjoy music they can dance to, music with strong vocals and catchy melodies. Boys, on the other hand, enjoy music they can improve by making up filthy new lyrics. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #love

By loving them for more than their abilities we show our children that they are much more than the sum of their accomplishments. ↗

— Eileen Kennedy-Moore

#accomplishment #achievement #child #children #children-and-parents

Zach asks Nora, "Hurt but do not harm? What's the difference?" Nora explains, "Hurt is a bruise on the outside. Harm is a bruise on the inside. If you're a masochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#hurt #love #masochist #pain #love

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible... ↗

— Rachilde

#impossible #lust #passion #sex #love

If I had my child to raise all over again, I’d finger paint more, and point the finger less. I’d do less correcting, and more connecting. I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less, and know to care more. I’d take more hikes and fly more kites. I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play. I’d run through more fields, and gaze at more stars. I’d do more hugging, and less tugging. I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I’d build self esteem first, and the house later. I’d teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love. ↗

— Diane Loomans

#love

Gerald's look assured her that he and the others would be as near angels as children could be without ceasing to be human. ↗

— E. Nesbit

#humor #phonies #humor