“Once I showed up at my sister's with a baby rabbit I had bought from some children because its ears were cold. I put the rabbit on a hot water bottle and massaged its ears for quite a while. After all, I knew that all healthy animals had warm ears.” ChildrenWaterAnimalBabyColdHealthyEarsHotWarmBottlesMy SisterRabbitsHot WaterWater Bottles Author:Juliette Gordon Low
“I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got to Evangeline , kept echoing in my ears: "We're coming to a long poem now, boys and girls. Now don't be babies and start counting the pages." I lay there like a baby, counting the pages over and over, counting the pages.” LongDreamGirlClassBoysTeacherBabyBedPagesEarsLaysGradesCountingBoy And GirlEighth Grade Book:A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables Source: A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables
“Now if I lived in my land, which I do, if I lived in Iceland, if I lived in Greensland I'd still have Chinese children, but out of my ears my little grey baby hears.” IfsChildrenLittlesStillsLandBabyEarsChineseGreyIceland Author:Devendra Banhart
“When you're acting, everything is there around you, you just have to believe that it's real. When you're standing there with a slightly grey wig on and you have a baby in your arms screaming in your ear, you can go: "Well, I guess this is what it's like!"” BelieveWellsRealActingBabyArmsStandingEarsGreyWigsStanding There Author:Jim Sturgess
“A sloth once whispered in my ear and told me that when he is clinging to branches he closes his eyes and imagines that he's still a baby holding on to his mama.” StillsEyeImagineBabyEarsHis EyesBranchesImagine ThatHolding OnMamaClingingSloth Author:Ann Burton
“The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.” FeelsEyeBabySkinsEarsConfusionNosesBlooming Author:William James
“When I was a little kid and I heard a song I liked on TV, I would jump up and run to the piano to try and figure it out by ear. When I was 10 or 11, I built myself a drum kit in the garage made out of empty laundry detergent buckets, old lawn chairs, paint cans, and old trash cans. And around that time, my parents got me my first guitar. A baby acoustic. I jumped between all of these instruments constantly to satisfy the ideas I heard in my head. At this young age, I realized that music would play a huge part in my life.” TryingFirstsLittlesMadeIdeasPlayRunningKidsAgeYoungSongParentHeardFiguresTvsHugeBabyBuiltEmptyEarsInstrumentsPaintGuitarI RealizedPianoChairsLittle KidTrashYoung AgeLawnsGarageBucketsLaundryAcousticsTrash CansLaundry Detergent Author:Brendon Urie
“This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.” LightHeavenStarsSkyBabyEarsHolesGrandmotherLapGrandmaWhispering Author:Rick Bragg
“You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)” HandsFacesNightFallWalksAirCryBabyPrayingSkinsEarsPressesLaysCalmBlowMoonlightRibs Author:Joyce Maynard
“Ama wipes her hands on her apron, looks up at our old roof with new eyes, and lifts the baby from his basket. She twirls him in the air, her skirts flying around her ankles the way the clouds swirl around the mountain cap--her laughter fresh and strange and musical to my ears.” WayLooksHandsEyeAirStrangeBabyMountainLaughterEarsMusicalCloudsFlyingLiftsLook UpRoofWipeCapsSkirtsBasketsAnklesSwirlsNew EyesAprons Author:Patricia McCormick