#child

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own. ↗

— Aristotle

#because #certain #children #fathers #fonder

I sell my children, and though they feed me, they don't love me as hers do. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#writing #love

What is more powerful than the love of a mother? What possesses more strength than her humbly whispered prayers? Perhaps only God's hand in answering those earnest pleadings on your behalf. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #mom #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

Lola writes in her notebook: Leaf-fleas are even worse. Someone said, They don't bite people, because people don't have leaves. Lola writes, When the sun is beating down, they bite everything, even the wind. And we all have leaves. Leaves fall off when you stop growing, because childhood is all gone. And they grow back when you shrivel up, because love is all gone. Leaves spring up at will, writes Lola, just like tall grass. Two or three children in the village don't have any leaves, and those have a big childhood. A child like that is an only child, because it has a father and a mother who have been to school. The leaf-fleas turn older children into younger ones - a four-year-old into a three-year-old, a three-year-old into a one-year-old. Even a six-months-old, writes Lola, and even a newborn. And the more little brothers and sisters the leaf-fleas make, the smaller the childhood becomes. ↗

— Herta Müller

#love

I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it's killing me. I wanted everything for you, son. I still do. ↗

— Blake Crouch

#love #parents #love

People think, Hey, I love kids, I want to write children’s books. But they think children are happy. That’s their first mistake. [Messinger, Jonathan. "Guilt for dinner: The Mo Willems interview." Hipsqueak. 5 May 2011. Web. 18 November 2011.] ↗

— Mo Willems

#writing #love

I can remember staring at the orphanage and feeling envy. ↗

— George Carlin

#humor #humor

One does silly things when one is twelve. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#infatuation #love #silly #youth #love

Adults...struggle desperately with fiction, demanding constantly that it conform to the rules of everyday life. Adults foolishly demand to know how Superman can possibly fly, or how Batman can possibly run a multibillion-dollar business empire during the day and fight crime at night, when the answer is obvious even to the smallest child: because it's not real. ↗

— Grant Morrison

#batman #children #comics #fiction #literature

I was a very, very serious child... I was valedictorian of my kindergarten and eighth-grade class. ↗

— Christine Lavin

#class #i #kindergarten #serious #very