#child

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

I'm most disturbed by the theory of rubber resilience in children; as if its much easier to bounce back with youth. I see them more like Steel. When heated, they can be bent either which way. But if it's not corrected by the time things cool down, they can be forever changed. ↗

— Zack W. Van

#bullying #children #psychology-spirituality #change

The miracle of children is that we just don’t know how they will change or who they will become. ↗

— Eileen Kennedy-Moore

#kids #miracle #parenting #parents #parents-and-children

Every child should have the opportunity to receive a quality education. ↗

— Bill Frist

#education #every #opportunity #quality #quality education

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#existence #memory #change

Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time. ↗

— Barbara Samuel

#children #fathers #legacy #world #change

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste. ↗

— Miss Read

#children #country #countryside #nature #plants