#child

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#fantastic #fantasy #marvels #mourning

I can take care of myself, but I can’t take care of myself and a child. I’ve decided to give myself up for adoption.
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— Jarod Kintz

#adult #adulthood #child #children #decision

What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms? ↗

— John Boyne

#epiphany #holocaust #thoughts #holocaust

And a mother without children is not a mother at all, and if I am not a mother, than I am nothing. Nothing. I am like sugar dissolved in a glass of water. Or, I am like salt, which disappears when you cook with it. I am salt. Without my children, I cease to exist. ↗

— Thrity Umrigar

#motherhood #motherhood

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#children #cry #motherhood #rabbit #motherhood

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#children #motherhood #parenting #motherhood

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely? ↗

— Laura Miller

#children #escapism #fantasy #reading #reality

The disgraced Usurer Yankel D took the baby girl home that evening... He made a bed of crumpled newspaper in a deep baking pan and gently tucked it in the oven, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by the noise of the small falls outside... When he pulled her out to feed her or just hold her, her body was tattooed with the newsprint... Sometimes he would rock her to sleep in his arms, and read her left to right, and know everything he needed to know about the world. If it wasn't written on her, it wasn't important to him. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#life #love #life

Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#love #religion #love

On this Mother's Day and every day before and after, I thank you God for the precious gift of my three children. I love them unconditionally. ↗

— Ana Monnar

#daughter #mother #mother-s-love #sons #love