It still remains unrecognised, that to bring a child into existence without a fair prospect of being able, not only to provide food for its body, but instruction and training for its mind, is a moral crime, both against the unfortunate offspring and against society; and that if the parent does not fulfil this obligation, the State ought to see it fulfilled, at the charge, as far as possible, of the parent.
What is it about me that gets them all crying? It’s not the end of the world.
The music world is where child prodigies go to die.
Shot the man! Shed human blood! Hid in a pool!” ejaculated Mr. Dove, overcome. “Really, Rachel, you are a most trying daughter. Why should you go out before daybreak and do such things?
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets.
The moon sets.
But they are not gone.
…children are at heart selfish, and reasonably so, for they are programmed for survival.
But mostly because he could be himself – never needing to bend.
The problem with a man is, he is no more a child.
Why are you sad?” Baby asked.
“Because some day you’ll fly higher than high, and the blue will fill your eyes, and maybe you’ll forget to come down,” said Wishmoley.
Baby snuggled next to him. “I’ll never forget,” she said.
I believe that if children fall in love with wildlife they will grow up wanting to protect it.