#ren

The older you get, the more you understand how your conscience works. The biggest and only critic lives in your perception of people's perception of you rather than people's perception of you. ↗

— Criss Jami

#biggest #confidence #conscience #control #critic

Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.' - All my old loves will be returned to me ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#beauty #cinderella #fairy-tale #french #godmother

Piece by piece, my mother is being stolen from me. ↗

— Dorothy Allison

#mother #parent-aging #age

Once upon a time, all children were homeschooled. They were not sent away from home each day to a place just for children but lived, learned, worked, and played in the real world, alongside adults and other children of all ages. ↗

— Rachel Gathercole

#education #homeschool #homeschooling #parenting #age

The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#music #perfection #singing #siren #age

Whose little boy are you? ↗

— James Baldwin

#black #church #coming-of-age #epiphany #god

The best way to get kids to read a book is to say: 'This book is not appropriate for your age, and it has all sorts of horrible things in it like sex and death and some really big and complicated ideas, and you’re better off not touching it until you’re all grown up. I’m going to put it on this shelf and leave the room for a while. Don’t open it. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#children #learning #maturity #reading #age

She announced her age right away, for children consider their ages every bit as important as their names. ↗

— Trenton Lee Stewart

#children #age

Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?" He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw. "Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not." Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers. "Don't leave," she breathed. "I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#varen-nethers #dreams

There were a lot of these middle-aged single types in the neighborhood, shipwrecked by every kind of catastrophe, but she was one of the few who didn't have children, who lived alone, who was still kinda young. Something must have happened, your mother speculated. In her mind, a woman with no child could be explained only by vast untrammelled calamity. Maybe she just doesn't like children. Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#childlessness #children #singles #women #age