#child

If I were flying, I would travel to a perfect place. A place with frosted cakes and beautiful flowers and excellent trees to climb and absolutely no doldrums. ↗

— Kyo Maclear

#children-s-books #dreams #happiness #imagination #kids-books

He was not being courageous as he bore the freezing stream for his wife and children. He simply chose between the lesser of two evils—the pain and suffering he would endure in the river, a physical pain that he could stand to bear, or the pain and suffering he would feel if he had to watch his family wade across and freeze. It was not a decision. The choice had already been made the moment Ole proposed marriage to his wife and welcomed these beautiful daughters into the world. ↗

— Sage Steadman

#family #fatherhood #love #sacrifice #beauty

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved. ↗

— Aaron B. Powell

#beauty #boy #child #children #dead

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#happiness #loss #love #memory #mother

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

The sages advise us to study Torah lishma-"for its own sake" rather than to impress others with our scholarship. A paradox of parenting is that if we love our children for their own sake rather than for their achievements, it's more likely that they will reach their true potential. ↗

— Wendy Mogel

#jewish #parenting #torah #love

No child is born a delinquent. They only became that way if nobody loved them when they were kids. Unloved children grow up to be serial murderers or alcoholics. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#life #love #parenting #life

the cold winds of insecurity... hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#innocence #love