#ren

I've often said that the most important thing you can give your children is wings. Because, you're not gonna always be able to bring food to the nest. You're... sometimes... they're gonna have to be able to fly by themselves. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#always #because #bring #children #fly

I love children, love spending time with them; I love getting things for them. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#getting #i #i love #love #spending

I have less energy than I did when I was a younger parent, although I was never really a young parent. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#did #energy #i #less #never

If people think that you're throwing babies out, dissecting children, to do stem-cell research, I'm not for that. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#cell research #children #dissecting #i #out

Part of what I want to do is sort of reclaim my story - it belongs to me and to my children, who have to live with whoever their mother is. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#children #i #live #me #mother

A strong man cannot help a weaker unless the weaker is willing to be helped, and even then the weak man must become strong of himself; he must, by his own efforts, develop the strength which he admires in another. None but himself can alter his condition. ↗

— James Allen

#help-self #quotes #quotes-i-love #quotes-on-life #quotes-that-make-sense

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty. ↗

— George Eliot

#between #children #duty #eternal #little

Yes, I think especially the Pentecostal churches, you know, that there's been such a growth in Pentecostalism. And it's a rejection of the much more dour and barren kind of Calvinist worship and also, the very formal Catholic forms of worship. ↗

— Barbara Ehrenreich

#barren #been #catholic #churches #especially

Politics is a contest among people of diverse backgrounds and philosophies, advocating different solutions to common problems. The system only works when principled, energetic people participate. ↗

— Bob Ehrlich

#among #backgrounds #common #contest #different

Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#crumbs #different #eating #feast #forever