Children
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Why do children dread mathematics? Because of the wrong approach. Because it is looked at as a subject.
Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.
Parents do not have the courage to say no to certain things that their children demand. They are rather scared of their children.
We need to stand as a nation, a state, a community to protect wildlife and wild places for our children.
Having children is my greatest achievement. It was my saviour. It switched my focus from the outside to the inside. My children are gifts, they remind me of what's important.
I prefer peace. But if trouble must come, let it come in my time, so that my children can live in peace.
The Perfect Dog is an enticing fantasy pooch. It's the dog that instantly learns to pee outdoors, never menaces or frightens children, plays gently with other dogs, won't jump on the UPS guy, never rolls in gross things, eats only the appropriate food at the right time, and never chews anything not meant for him. This dog does not exist.
Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants — giving people the opportunity to dream like children.
Men, women, and children who cannot live on gravity alone need something to satisfy their gayer, lighter moods and hours, and he who ministers to this want is, in my opinion, in a business established by the Creator of our nature. If he worthily fulfills his mission and amuses without corrupting, he need never feel that he has lived in vain.
Mothers play an important role as the heart of the home, but this in no way lessens the equally important role fathers should play, as head of the home, in nurturing, training, and loving their children.
We all got older, and we'd tell our children things like, 'Mommy used to be in a famous rock band', but they didn't believe us. Part of the reason for our reunion was to show our children what we did to make the lives they have possible.
The malaria parasite has been killing children and sapping the strength of whole populations for tens of thousands of years. It is impossible to calculate the harm malaria has done to the world.
Is it not a grotesque civilization which sends missionaries across the sea to save the souls of the heathen, and yet permits conditions at home that debauch the children at our very doors?
Children, even infants, are capable of sympathy. But only after adolescence are we capable of compassion.
