“I bought my son a trampoline for his birthday, and he hasn't even used it. He just sits and cries in his wheelchair.”— 9tnine99, reddit.com
“It's impossible to describe the trauma of being the child of an abusive mason. But it's twenty years later and I'm still shitting bricks.”— TokyoCalling, reddit.com
“As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.”— Charles Baudelaire, amazon.com
“No one asks how to motivate a baby. A baby naturally explores everything it can get at, unless restraining forces have already been at work. And this tendency doesn’t die out, it’s wiped out.”— B.F. Skinner, amazon.com
“A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.”— Paulo Coelho, amazon.com
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”— Pablo Picasso, simple.wikiquote.org
“Learning to love yourself is, as odd as it may sound, learning to honor, respect, love and acknowledge the child in you.”— Brianna Wiest, amazon.com
“Believe it or not, your twenties are still considered very young, and so are your thirties. But if you're still in your twenties, I hate to break it to you — you're still a baby.”— Lauren Martin, elitedaily.com
“I used to like people more, but now I have children and that changes your life in a lot of ways. Like you spend time with people you never would have chosen to spend time with, not in a million years. I spend whole days with people, I’m like, ‘I never would have hung out with you. I didn’t choose yo…”— Louis CK, splitsider.com
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time.”— Barbara Samuel, amazon.com
“There is nothing that moves a loving father's soul quite like his child's cry.”— Joni Eareckson Tada, amazon.com
“I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.”— Gillian Flynn, amazon.com