Best 45 quotes in «infant quotes» category

There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?

... the roots of security and resilience are to be found in the sense of being understood by and having the sense of existing in the heart and mind of a loving, caring, attuned and self-processed other, an other with a mind and heart of her own.

There's no sadder sight than that of a child's coffin.

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

As to the mental essence, we find it in infants devoid of every mental form.

With regard to things such as independence, mental capabilities, and sexuality, a very old man is nothing but a gigantic infant with white hair and wrinkles.

An infant always learns. The less we interfere with the natural process of learning, the more we can observe how much infants learn all the time.

Birth is a shipwreck, the mewling infant shored on unknown land.

Hell is paved with infants skulls.

I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

Infants are interesting only to their parents.

I think that few people are aware how early it is right to respect the modesty of an infant.

Killing a defective infant is not morally equivalent to killing a person. Sometimes it is not wrong at all.

In Colossians 2:12 and 1 Peter 3:21 baptism is an expression of the faith of the person being baptized. I [do] not see how an infant could properly receive this ordinance as an expression of his or her faith.

Note even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage.

Nobody agrees with anybody else anyhow, but adults conceal it and infants show it.

The U.S. routinely ranks lower than other countries in health outcomes such as infant mortality.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.

Those who 'cursed the day they were born' must have been infant prodigies.

To live without history is to live like an infant, constantly amazed and challenged by a strange and unnamed world.

Adoption is the most intentional process on Earth.

You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ...I mean nothing. ...but in high school. ....even me. ...I can't deny.

Although every person makes mistakes, not every mistake makes a person.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

A woman predisposed to be a mother can learn to love any baby, while a mother not so disposed does not even learn to love her own.

A woman's body is a sacred temple. A work of art, and a life-giving vessel. And once she becomes a mother, her body serves as a medicine cabinet for her infant. From her milk she can nourish and heal her own child from a variety of ailments. And though women come in a wide assortment as vast as the many different types of flowers and birds, she is to reflect divinity in her essence, care and wisdom. God created a woman's heart to be a river of love, not to become a killing machine.

Babies have the tendency to make adults talk like babies.

A photograph of a disposable diaper floating in the arctic miles away from human habitat fueled my daily determination to save at least one disposable diaper from being used and created. One cloth diaper after another, days accumulated into years and now our next child is using the cloth diapers we bought for our firstborn.

...And maybe one day you will wake up as an infant in a completely different universe, and your entire life thus far was just one big dream.

Do Not Dictate a Child through Someone, it Ruins the Child's Experience.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness. Persistent smile brings out hollow dimples, and persistent frowns brings out hollow wrinkles.

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again

Facing a language you don't know is like returning to your infancy when your mother tongue used to be a foreign language to you

If Mom is convinced that ballet lessons are a must, she should take them. Although it may look odd to see a thirty-year old woman hang- ing onto a bar and flinging a slightly plump leg in the air, the sight is not as pathetic as seeing her seven-year old daughter grimly going through such motions just to please her mother, when she would prefer to be at home designing new doll clothes. Although some parents are never quite ready to accept this fact, the child is not one of our possessions. We don’t own him; we never will. We gave birth to his body; he may share some of our physical characteristics; but he does not inherit our desires. He’s a different person, a separate entity, with his own likes and dislikes. It’s a grave mistake to try to override a child’s power of choice in what he wants to be and do. Some parents do this in an attempt to live their lives through the child.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

The child's heart beat: but she was growing in the wrong place inside her extraordinary mother, south of safe...she and her mother were rushed to the hospital, where her mother was operated on by a brisk cheerful diminutive surgeon who told me after the surgery that my wife had been perhaps an hour from death from the pressure of the child growing outside the womb, the mother from the child growing, and the child from growing awry; and so my wife did not die, but our mysterious child did...Not uncommon, an ectopic pregnancy, said the surgeon...Sometimes, continued the surgeon, sometimes people who lose children before they are born continue to imagine the child who has died, and talk about her or him, it's such an utterly human thing to do, it helps deal with the pain, it's healthy within reason, and yes, people say to their other children that they actually do, in a sense, have a sister or brother, or did have a sister or brother, and she or he is elsewhere, has gone ahead, whatever the language of your belief or faith tradition. You could do that. People do that, yes. I have patients who do that, yes... One summer morning, as I wandered by a river, I remembered an Irish word I learned long ago, and now whenever I think of the daughter I have to wait to meet, I find that word in my mouth: dunnog, little dark one, the shyest and quietest and tiniest of sparrows, the one you never see but sometimes you sense, a flash in the corner of your eye, a sweet sharp note already fading by the time it catches your ear.

Mother said, haven't you seen older boys of your age, that you should take your rotten hands and play with my son's penis? I held my mouth, and i really stiffled a giggle. Now i understood the bloody vexation and the reckless act performed by our housegirl. She was fondling my infant part, and i knew she was horny and lost in the act.

Never upset the person that wipes your bum!

The dagger pin is all I have left. It is comfort and pain, both, because it reminds me of all I’ve had, held, and had taken from me. It is my pen, too. With it, I write my story, again and again, in the walls. So I don’t forget. So it becomes real. I think of: Conrad’s hands, Rachel’s dark hair, Lena’s rosebud mouth, how when she was an infant, I used to sneak into her bedroom and hold her while she slept. Rachel never let me—from birth, she screamed, kicked, would have woken the household and the street. But Lena lay still and warm in my arms, submerged in some secret dreamland. And she was my secret: those nighttime hours, that twin heartbeat space, the darkness, the joy.

It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor.

The observatory management team were advised not to allow an infant to stay at the high altitude observatory by their observatory director and the National Optical Astronomical Observatory (NOAO) health and safety manager. They ignored both of them and allowed the infant to stay at the industrialized research facility. The industrial facility was regarded as health and safety risk to the infant and had infestations of rodents and scorpions. It was regularly sprayed with pesticides by pest control.