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Her constant orders for beheading are shocking to those modern critics of children's literature who feel that juvenile fiction should be free of all violence and especially violence with Freudian undertones. Even the Oz books of L. Frank Baum, so singularly free of the horrors to be found in Grimm and Andersen, contain many scenes of decapitation. As far as I know, there have been no empirical studies of how children react to such scenes and what harm if any is done to their psyche. My guess is that the normal child finds it all very amusing and is not damaged in the least, but that books like Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz should not be allowed to circulate indiscriminately among adults who are undergoing analysis. ↗

— Martin Gardner

#children #death #literature #media #reading

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

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This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#child #death #job #death

And no child deserved to die for defending her father, no matter who she was ↗

— Janice Hardy

#death #death

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already. ↗

— Aliki

#death #grandparent #grief #love #death

I do very well three things: my job, stupidities and children. ↗

— Alain Delon

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When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described. ↗

— Bhavya Kaushik

#grief #losing-a-child #pain #sad #death

Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood! ↗

— Brom

#the-child-thief #death

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust's reply was 'To be separated from Mama.') I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be distinguished from the highest pitch of anguish. In the lower depths come enforced idleness, sexual boredom, and/or impotence. At the highest pitch, the death of a friend or even the fear of the death of a child. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#children #death #fear #friends #idleness

A única coisa que havia ali dentro era uma cama sem colchão, que ele olhava fixamente. Em cima dela, sua mãe teria chorado e tremido de medo. Em cima dela, teria lamentado sua vida, sofrido as dores do ventre e as do coração. Em cima dela, sua mãe teria conhecido sua desimportância, teria entendido que o mundo podia muito bem continuar sem ela. Em cima dela, sua mãe talvez tivesse desejado morrer. Enfim, em cima daquela cama, sua mãe acabou tendo seu encontro fatal com a morte. E, diante dela, se encontrava agora a explicação para toda aquela dor. ↗

— Camilo Gomes Jr.

#infância-perdida #lost-childhood #morte #death