#ld

There are two kinds of travel: first class and with children. ↗

— Robert Benchley

#travel #luck

Coaching 101: First you build the team, and then you build the torture chamber for underperformers. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#build #coach #coaching #team #torture

We find these joys to be self evident: That all children are created whole, endowed with innate intelligence, with dignity and wonder, worthy of respect. The embodiment of life, liberty and happiness, children are original blessings, here to learn their own song. Every girl and boy is entitled to love, to dream and belong to a loving “village.” And to pursue a life of purpose. We affirm our duty to nourish and nurture the young, to honour their caring ideals as the heart of being human. To recognize the early years as the foundation of life, and to cherish the contribution of young children to human evolution. We commit ourselves to peaceful ways and vow to keep from harm or neglect these, our most vulnerable citizens. As guardians of their prosperity we honour the bountiful Earth whose diversity sustains us. Thus we pledge our love for generations to come. ↗

— Raffi Cavoukian

#children #covenant-for-honoring-children #honor #joy #kids

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything. ↗

— Bede Griffiths

#been #brought #centre #could #everything

I don't want to see you. I don't like you. I don't like your face. You look like an insufferable egotist. You're impertinent. You're too sure of yourself. Twenty years ago I would have punched your face with the greatest of pleasure. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#ego #insulting #old-man #punch #ego

I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#india

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#jews #nazi #world-war #uncertainty

Mother, monogamy, romance. High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable. Their world didn’t allow them to take things easily, didn’t allow them to be sane, virtuous, happy. What with mothers and lovers, what with the prohibitions they were not conditioned to obey, what with the temptations and the lonely remorses, what with all the diseases and the endless isolating pain, what with the uncertainties and the poverty—they were forced to feel strongly. And feeling strongly (and strongly, what was more, in solitude, in hopelessly individual isolation), how could they be stable? ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#love

You can make it if you try. Don't give up or quit the fight. If you believe, you will see, you can do it. ↗

— Robert Karl Hanson

#animation #cartoon #children-s-book #cute #kid-s-books

If you were my child, I would staple you to your bedroom wall. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#overprotectiveness #parents #safety #safety