#child

The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible. If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules. Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child. And time sings. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#hourglass #hours #old-man #sand #time

I wrote "David" because it seemed to me that children, who can love a book more passionately than any grown person, got such a lot of harmless entertainment and not enough real, valuable literature. ↗

— Anne Holm

#children #inspirational #wisdom #inspirational

My children taught me the true meaning of unconditional love. ↗

— Yvonne Pierre

#down-syndrome #inspirational #parent #parenting #special-needs

Something wrong with your child? Feed them and put them to bed. Something wrong with your man? Feed him and take him to bed. Lady Jeeha "Wolf Dawn ↗

— Susan Cartwright

#men-and-women #problems-with-men #men

The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#heroes #inspirational #inspirational

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#inspirational #rites-of-passage #inspirational

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. “Farewell” is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... “Farewell” is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#inspirational #writing-from-the-heart #inspirational

. . . simplicity in its pure form can lighten up the tough. ↗

— Dr. Bee

#inspirational #self-help #spirituality #inspirational

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#children #epiphany #inspiration #mirror-images #inspirational

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness. ↗

— William Watson

#children #hate #mistrust