#orphans

A person may rightfully be happy if in this life he could do a great favor for widows and orphans, could assist support than, and facilitate fate of people. ↗

— Islom Karimov

#be happy #could #facilitate #fate #favor

I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side of the dining hall with a crack and fell. I sat down in the dirt. Then I lay down in the dirt. Because not only was there no trail to follow, there was no evidence he’d ever been here. There was no evidence any of them had been here. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #government #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

Continuous persecution of widows and orphans is a crime. Even the Bible says there is a specific place in hell for those who oppress widows. ↗

— Imelda Marcos

#continuous #crime #even #hell #oppress

But I'm here. I will love him. I will be his mother. ↗

— Kim De Blecourt

#ginger-kolbaba #international-adoption #kim-de-blecourt #orphans #ukraine

The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#orphans #beauty

Imagine you’re visiting a place where there’s little to no English spoken and you wake up one day to find that the group you went with has all gone home and you are left there alone. ↗

— Kim De Blecourt

#ginger-kolbaba #international-adoption #kim-de-blecourt #orphans #until-we-all-come-home

And now the fight continues for all orphans and children who need families who will love and care for them—until they too can all go home. ↗

— Kim De Blecourt

#international-adoption #kim-de-blecourt #orphans #ukraine #until-we-all-come-home

Jerusha leaned forward watching with curiosity - and a touch of wistfulness - the stream of carriages and automobiles that rolled out of the asylum gates. In imagination she followed first one equipage, then another, to the big houses dotted along the hillside. She pictured herself in a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers leaning back in the seat and nonchalantly murmuring "Home" to the driver. But on the door-sill of her home the picture grew blurred. ↗

— Jean Webster

#orphans #imagination