#child

Interviewer (Louise Tucker): What did you want to be when you grew up? Have you always wanted to be a writer? IllumBerg: When I was a child I was busy being a child. [...] ↗

— Natasha IllumBerg

#business

I love children. Eating them, that is. ↗

— Keith McGowan

#cuisine #eating #folktales #humor #love

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#humor #times-never-change #change

The marriage of a Jewish son is a bittersweet prospect. There is relief, always, that he has navigated the tantalizing and plentiful assemblies of non-Jewish women to whom the children of the Diaspora are inevitably exposed: from the moment he enters secondary school there is the constant anxiety that a blue-eyed Christina or Mary will lure him away from the tribe. Jewish men are widely known to be uxorious in all the most advantageous ways. And so each mother fears that, whether he be short and myopic, boorish or stupid or prone to discuss his lactose intolerance with strangers, whether he be blessed with a beard rising almost to meet his hairline, he is still within the danger zone. Somewhere out there is a shiksa with designs on her son. Jewish men make good husbands. It is the Jewish woman's blessing as a wife, and her curse as a mother. ↗

— Francesca Segal

#humor #judaism #marriage #sons-and-mothers #design

To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne. ↗

— Mark A. Rayner

#ashes #child #crush #death #fail

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest. ↗

— Debra Ginsberg

#children #motherhood #mothers #parenthood #parenting

Hard to forget first puppy love. ↗

— Toba Beta

#puppy-love #love

Children needed love, a reliable source of comfort, and an adult willing to take responsibility for them. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#wisdom #love

You see how it is godlike to love the being of someone. Your existence is a delight to us. I hope you never have to long for a child as I did, but oh, what a splendid thing it has been that you came finally, and what a blessing to enjoy you now for almost seven years. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#longing #love #parenthood #love

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents... ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#pets