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Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a flip about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead’ Little children say, “He should not have made me live!” Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

Long ago there was a little boy who lived in the wood with his father and his sister. One night, the three of them were out collecting firewood when they heard a low, delicate whimper. The father realised it was an injured animal and ordered the children to fetch water from the lake, whilst he followed the sound. Hours past but the father did not return. The children became fearful for their father’s safety and in their moment of fright, they disobeyed their father in order to find him. And find him they did. However, he was no longer the man he once was. Both his eyes were slit through their centre, oozing blood down the paleness of his face. His neck had been torn open. The entirety of his midsection was split but nothing, not one, single organ, seemed to be left within. Each limb still remained, however they had been dragged, with some exceptional force, in the opposite direction to which they were designed. The children screamed and ran, though the image of their father’s mangled corpse seemed to chase after them. They slept. Within the whisper of the wind came the sweet tune of a woman’s song. The little girl awoke to the feeling of happiness, security and motherly love that the song carried with it. She needed to find the woman it had come from. Leaving her brother, she took off into the wood to try and find the singer. The little boy quickly entered into a spit of panic when he found his sister missing. He didn’t know whether he should call out for her, look for her or wait. But waiting could mean the worst, he thought, and so he took off into the woods after her. He had searched everywhere, every dark corner and decrepit tree, before reaching the lake. The moon reflected off its black surface, which drew his attention to something bobbing within the ripples. It was a leg. When he caught sight of the foot, the boy fell to his knees. He recognised the shoe. It was his sister’s shoe; his sister’s leg. Soon enough, the other body parts came drifting to join the leg, forming a rough manifestation of what was once his sister’s living body. Firstly, there was a head facing down in the water, then arms seemingly blue under the moonlight, and lastly a torso coated in her favourite dress. He felt sick, lost, terrified to his very core. Just as thoughts of never being whole again began to pain his chest, the boy heard the snapping of a twig behind him. He dared to turn around but all he found was a small, black-furred wolf. The wolf approached him timidly, whining deep in its throat to say to the boy that he too was lonely and afraid. The boy put out his hand for the wolf to join him and they sat together. Perhaps he would be OK. Perhaps all that had happened had led to this; something new. He rustled the fur of his new friend, starting with its back then its ear before going under its snout. His hand touched something wet and sticky. He drew it from the wolf to get a better look, only to find a crimson substance now clinging to his small hands. Blood. The wolf turned on the boy as its eyes became a pale blue before thwack! He tore the boy’s face from his head…

Looking at the children, she knew that any hope for a new life would have to grow within her. She glanced at Nate, wondering if he felt as she did, that children were the only consolation in this world, the only recompense for so much suffering.

Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.

Love and advise your children unconditionally.

Love is like children: pure.

Love she had found, had a strange way of multiplying. Doubling, trebling itself, so that, as each child arrived, there was always more than enough to go around.

Love your children while they are young. Because they grow up soon enough, and then… then the have no need of you.

Love was always and only about good feeling. In early adolescence when we were whipped and told that these punishments were 'for our own good' or 'I'm doing this because I love you,' my siblings and I were confused. Why was harsh punishment a gesture of love? As children do, we pretended to accept this grown-up logic; but we knew in our hearts it was not right. We knew it was a lie. Just like the lie the grown-ups told when they explained after the harsh punishment, 'This hurts me more than it hurts you.' There is nothing that creates more confusion about love in the minds and hearts of children than unkind and/or cruel punishment meted out by the grown-ups they have been taught should love and respect. Such children learn early on to question the meaning of love, to yearn for love even as they doubt it exists.

Love your friends' kids even if you don't want or like children. Just do it.

Love your kids and just be there for them. You don't have to eyeball their every moment or to orchestrate all their comings and goings. They know this. They know that's too much. All they want is to be assured that there's a home fire cooking, that there are two foremen and a rulebook, and that there's someone to tuck them in at night.

Loving my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my son… these aren’t tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that every dad should perform. Always. Without fail.

Luke would always remember the day of his drowning

Magrat liked to think she was good with children, and worried that she wasn’t. She didn’t like them very much, and worried about this too. Nanny Ogg seemed to be effortlessly good with children by alternately and randomly giving them either a sweet or a thick ear, while Granny Weatherwax ignored them for most of the time and that seemed to work just as well.

Make no mistake. I take these children seriously. It is not possible to see too much in them, to overindulge your causal gift for the study of character. It is all there, in full force, charged waves of identity and being. There are no amateurs in the world of children

Maman est venue. Hier, elle a accroché une icône dans ma chambre d'hôpital. Elle chuchote dans le coin, devant l'icône, se met à genoux. Tout le monde se tait : le professeur, les médecins, les infirmières. Ils pensent que je ne devine pas... Que je ne sais pas que je vais bientôt mourir... Ils ne savent pas que, la nuit, j'apprends à voler...

Make no mistake, every child has his own light, no matter how difficult or defiant or unlikeable he or she might seem.

Make your wife happier, children wiser, yourself kinder, and you will make your life better.

Mama!' Rosie tugged on my shirt. 'This broccoli is tasty and wonderful'.

Mamas are always crying about how one day they see you as a baby, and the next morning, they see you growed up.

Mandy smiled cheerfully at an overweight kid in a gold sweater and pink skirt who was chasing her little brother around along the boardwalk. When she was that age, on sunny days she’d be out on the boardwalk with Jud and Wendy, buying rainbow sorbet from the ice cream shop and placing paper boats into the harbour. She felt like a ghost, drifting past the shell of her own childhood.

Ma noi avevamo fatto finta di essere bambini normali, di quelli che non pensano a niente e sanno giocare.

Many children today are growing up without discipline. As they become adults and the discipline of job or family demands are placed upon them, they do not know how to cope . . .children need discipline to be useful members of society. Likewise, God’s children need discipline to be useful members of His family.

Many of our elected officials have virtually handed the keys to our schools over to corporate interests. Presidential commissions on education are commonly chaired by the executives of large companies.

Many of the boys and men who are regarded as immature by some females are so deemed merely because they do not want to get married someday … or soon.

Many of the things that grownups have chosen to ignore, the child understands deeply.

Many of us are failed secret attempts to keep our parents together.

Many children are naturally picky eaters. It may even be genetic, or developmental. But given a range of healthy choices, children will choose a balanced diet—so long as junk food isn't included in the mix. Children are tempted by sweets and fried food just as much as we are.

Many parents love their children. Yet they make them suffer a lot in the name of love. They’re often not capable of understanding their children’s suffering, difficulties, hopes, and aspirations. We have to ask ourselves, “Am I really loving the other person by understanding them or am I just projecting my own needs?

Many youth who come out in adolescence report not having a strong sense of gender during preschool, kindergarten, or elementary school. Young children are physically fairly gender neutral. If a six-year-old wears girls' cloths and grows long hair, she will be seen as a girl. If the same child cuts their hair and wears boys' people will assume he is a boy. Its only with secondary sex characteristics such as breast, facial hair, and a deeper voice that clothed bodies become more clearly male or female. As a result, gender may not have seemed particularly important for some trans children. It is the onset of puberty and the increased ways they are sexed/gendered in the world that typically precipitate the emergence of adolescent onset gender dysphoria. [page 90]

Margret,” he said, “you are my child. I forgave you all your sins on the first day of your life.

Maskini hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kupambana na maisha. Tajiri hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kuwa matajiri.

Maskini na tajiri wana mawazo tofauti. Maskini hudhani utajiri ni chanzo cha matatizo. Tajiri hudhani umaskini ni chanzo cha matatizo. Maskini hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kibaya. Tajiri hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kizuri. Maskini ana mawazo ya kupata pesa bila kufanya kazi. Tajiri ana mawazo ya kupata pesa kwa kufanya kazi. Maskini hudhani tajiri ana tabia ya kuringa. Tajiri hupenda kuzungukwa na watu sahihi wenye mawazo sawa na ya kwake. Maskini hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi asizozipenda. Tajiri hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi anazozipenda. Maskini hudhani kuwa tajiri lazima usome sana. Tajiri hudhani kuwa tajiri si lazima usome sana. Maskini hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati uliyopita. Tajiri hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati unaokuja. Maskini huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima ufanye kitu fulani. Tajiri huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima uwe kitu fulani. Maskini hupenda kuburudishwa kuliko kuelimishwa. Tajiri hupenda kuelimishwa kuliko kuburudishwa. Maskini ana woga. Tajiri hana woga. Maskini hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kupambana na maisha. Tajiri hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kuwa matajiri. Maskini hana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Tajiri ana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Maskini hufanya kazi kwa bidii kupata pesa. Tajiri hutumia pesa kupata pesa. Maskini ni mdogo kuliko matatizo yake. Tajiri ni mkubwa kuliko matatizo yake. Maskini huamini unahitaji pesa kupata pesa. Tajiri huamini utapata pesa kwa kutumia pesa za wengine. Maskini ana wivu wa chuki. Tajiri ana wivu wa maendeleo. Fikiri kama anavyofikiri tajiri. Ukifikiri tofauti na anavyofikiri tajiri, utakufa maskini.

Matthew knew that phrenology was nonsense, and yet, years later, he found himself making judgments similar to those made by his father; slippery people looked slippery; they really did. And how we become like our parents! How their scorned advice - based, we felt in our superiority, on prejudiced and muddled folk wisdom - how their opinions are subsequently borne out by our own discoveries and sense of the world, one after one. And as this happens, we realise with increasing horror that proposition which we would never have entertained before: our mothers were right!

Many trees were pulled out of the ground with their roots crying for water.” The lake was all polluted with thick layers of grease,the grass & flowers were squashed, animals walked around. #kidsbooks "Mikolay & Julia" Total elocological destruction,said Mikolay trying to use one of the funny long words Julia was always using. These are not monsters Farina.These are people and building machines.

Mary considers how the womb stirs and years for its children, even after they have grown and gone off to other lives. The womb remembers. The womb knows how to weep.

Max, you cannot stay in the background forever. It is time to stand out in front. You have all that you need.” Analea

Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time.

May God grant you godly children.

May God grant children who will fear and revered Him.

May my children, fear, know and walk with God.

May you always see the world through the eyes of a child.

May i have pain,but I don't have regret,that for whom I left all that person my beloved betrayed me. more I have regret for that child who's mother don't love and don't care and worry about his life.and betrayed him by broke his swears

Mbegu ni neno la Mungu. Mfano bora, msamaha, ndoto, tabasamu, uadilifu, uaminifu, uchapakazi na uvumilivu ni maneno ya Mungu. Kwa hiyo mfano bora, msamaha, ndoto, tabasamu, uadilifu, uaminifu, uchapakazi na uvumilivu ni mbegu. Watu ni ardhi. Panda mbegu ya mfano bora kwa watoto wako, msamaha kwa maadui zako, ndoto kwa malengo yako, tabasamu kwa marafiki zako, uadilifu kwa waajiri wako na kwa wafanyakazi wako pia kama unao, uaminifu kwa marafiki zako wa ukweli, uchapakazi kwa kazi zako na uvumilivu kwa wapinzani wako. Kila mbegu irutubishwe kwa imani na upendo kwa watu.

Mbegu tunazopanda leo ni mazao ya msimu ujao. Ukipanda mbegu mbaya utavuna mabaya. Ukipanda mbegu nzuri utavuna mazuri. Ukitenda mabaya leo kesho yako itakuwa mbaya. Ukitenda mazuri leo kesho yako itakuwa nzuri. Okoa kesho leo kwa kupanda mbegu nzuri na kuzimwagilia kwa imani na upendo kwa watu. Mungu ataleta mvua, jua na ustawi wa mazao yako. Panda mbegu ya msamaha kwa maadui zako, uvumilivu kwa wapinzani wako, tabasamu kwa marafiki zako, mfano bora kwa watoto wako, uchapakazi kwa kazi zako, uadilifu kwa waajiri wako na kwa wafanyakazi wako pia kama unao, ndoto kwa malengo yako, na uaminifu kwa marafiki zako wa ukweli. Kila mbegu irutubishwe kwa mapenzi huru yasiyokuwa na masharti yoyote, au mapenzi huru yasiyokuwa na unafiki wa aina yoyote ile. Usifiche vipaji vyako. Ukiwa kimya utasahaulika. Usipopiga hatua utarudi nyuma. Usiwe na hasira, wivu au ubinafsi.

Mdanganyifu hudanganya wanaopenda kudanganywa.

Meaning of the "White House" to the war victim children of Syria or Palestine is nothing but just a white-painted house. Perhaps, they imagine Casper lives there...or maybe some dead people. They really don't have time to think about it. Because they are busy discovering their own bloody limbs along with their parents' dead bodies from the ashes of their burnt homes.

Meanwhile, infants and small children are exceptionally authentic beings because their emotional reactions and their thoughts are raw and honest. If they are happy, they smile, giggle, exclaim in pure joy, and feel excited, motivated, curious, and creative. If they are hurt, they cry, disengage, get angry, seek help and protection, and feel betrayed, sad, scared, lonely, and helpless. They don’t hide behind a mask.

Meditation is doing what you are doing - whether you are doing formal meditation or child care.