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Child Quotes (page 76)

Aldous Huxley quote: "The secret of genius is to carry the child into old age."
The secret of genius is to carry the child into old age. Aldous Huxley
But her mother had looked at her curiously, gravely, puzzled by this creature who seemed all contradictions - at one moment so hard, at another so gentle, gentle to tenderness, even. Anna had been stirred, as her child had been stirred, by the breath of the meadowsweet under the hedges; for in this they were one, the mother and daughter, having each in her veins the warm Celtic blood that takes note of such things - could they only have divined it, such simple things might have formed a link... Radclyffe Hall
L. M. Montgomery quote: "I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood."
I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood. L. M. Montgomery
For in that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control, and led by her mother's hand, she had drawn nearer to the Friend who always welcomes every child with a love stronger than that of any father, tenderer than that of any mother. Louisa May Alcott
Ede had been pregnant not quite the full term: eight months, two weeks, four days. She had lapsed into an extended silence - partly because she was still in mourning - still enraged and afraid of speech. And partly, too, because the child itself had taken up dreaming in her belly - dreaming and, Ede was certain, singing. Not singing songs a person knew, of course. Nothing Ede could recognize. But songs for certain. Music - with a tune to it. Evocative. A song about self. A song about place.... Timothy Findley
Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child tender. Truman Capote
Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass! Fannie Flagg
He had full opportunity to learn the falsity of the maxim that the Prince of Darkness is a gentleman. Again and again he felt that a suave and subtle Mephistopheles with a red cloak and rapier and a feather in his cap or even a sombre tragic Satan out of Paradise Lost would have been a welcome release from the thing he was actually doomed to watch. It was not like dealing with a wicked politician at all, it was much more like being set to guard an imbecile or a monkey or a very nasty child. C. S. Lewis
Julia Child quote: "small helpings, no seconds, no snacking, and a little bit of..."
...small helpings, no seconds, no snacking, and a little bit of everything. - Julia Child Julia Child
C. S. Lewis quote: "Are the gods not just?' 'Oh no, child. What would become us us..."
Are the gods not just?' 'Oh no, child. What would become us us if they were? C. S. Lewis
I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes. Stephenie Meyer
The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed." "That is what is called learning the truth. Betty Smith
L. Sprague de Camp quote: "There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who..."
There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who has just learned that his brain child is a deformed idiot. L. Sprague de Camp
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form William Shakespeare
What I have to face is that 'Barb,' the name on my ID tag, is not exactly the same person as Barbara. 'Barb' is what I was called as a child, and still am by my siblings, and I sense that at some level I'm regressing. Take away the career and the higher education, and maybe what you're left with is this original Barb, the one who might have ended up working at Wal-Mart for real if her father hadn't managed to climb out of the mines. So it's interesting, and more than a little disturbing, to... Barbara Ehrenreich

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