#ld

The freest child is the child who is most interested in what he is doing, and at whose hand are the materials for his work or play. ↗

— Caroline Pratt

#education #progressive-education #education

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams

For all that we might be, if only we'd let ourselves. ↗

— Elizabeth Berg

#dreams

I'm sorry! It's just that it hurts so much and it never stops! ↗

— Elizabeth Berg

#dreams

... People with great passions, people who accomplish great deeds, people who possess strong feelings, even people with great minds and a strong personality, rarely come out of good little boys and girls. ↗

— Lev S. Vygotsky

#human-behavior #human-nature #parenting #nature

Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#ralph-waldo-emerson #dreams

In every different house, the same things are spoken, the same lies are said, the same dreams are dreamed! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#dreams

What are men? Children who doubt. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#doubt #men

And you know what happened next in my dream? Dick Cheney and I said the same thing at the same time: "Well, we had a Cold War to win." And then I screamed at him: "I KNEW you would say that! You ALWAYS say that!" But then, since Cheney and I made the same remark at the same time, I realized he owed me a Coke. So I said, "Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" And Vice-President Dick Cheney smiled sheepishly. *Shudder*... I don't even DRINK coke. I tastes like robot sweat. ↗

— David Rees

#cold-war #david-rees #dick-cheney #jinx #robot

One hot summer evening Peregrin fell asleep under a tree. He dreamed that he was walking along a street carrying a bowl, in which Nickeling, his pet goldfish, swam. ↗

— Tom Seidmann Freud

#dreams