#child

Quince reaches me, and instead of wrapping me in a hug like I expect, he reaches for my hair. I try to swim back, away from the near-desperate look in his eyes, afraid that he’s going to fail the test. He tugs something from my hair. I look down and see a Padina antillarum—a beautiful little seaweed shaped like ginkgo leaves—in his hand. And it’s glowing. “You,” he says with an explosive grin. “You are the sixteenth object. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#just-for-fins #tera-lynn-childs #beauty

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#children #two-years-old #age

Yes, and our sister's sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere - not anywhere. The goat farmer, whose name is James Carmalt Adams, Jr., said this about it to me, tapping his forehead with his fingertips: "It isn't the museum, it should be." The museums in children's minds, I think, automatically empty themselves in times of utmost horror - to protect the children from eternal grief. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#death #grief #memories #business

I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I'd have to capture everything I ever wanted to remember of Eire for the rest of my life? ↗

— Kate McCafferty

#ireland #memory #business

My father was frightened of his mother; I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me. ↗

— King George V

#children #damned #father #frightened #going

I'd hate to have a kid like me. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#humor

They say a happy childhood is a lousy preparation for life. Kids who spend their playground days fat, ginger or gay know the truth. The world has always been full of vicious predators. For plenty of people this carnage and savagery is business as usual. ↗

— Adam Baker

#gay #life #zombies #business

Children have no business expressing opinions on anything except "Do you have enough room in the toes? ↗

— Florence King

#children #family #business

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that. ↗

— Ally Condie

#friendship #growing-up #change

Accept the children the way we accept trees—with gratitude, because they are a blessing—but do not have expectations or desires. You don’t expect trees to change, you love them as they are. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#unconditional-love #change