“Growing up closes so many doors. The modern world doesn't allow for miracles, so we don't see them. It's a very precious gift, an open mind, but it's not passive. You've got to nurture it like a bed of roses; otherwise it will wither and die. Make sure you don't close off your mind to things you find strange. Sometimes they may be the only truth.” WorldMindMaySometimesDiesGrowing UpGrowingDoorsModernStrangeBedMiracleRosePassiveNurtureModern WorldOpen MindPrecious GiftsBed Of Roses Author:Tim Lebbon
“Children model the behavior of adults, on whatever scale is available to them. Ours are growing up in a nation whose most important, influential men - from presidents to the coolest film characters - solve problems by killing people. ... We have taught our children in a thousand ways, sometimes with flag-waving and sometimes with a laugh track, that the bad guy deserves to die.” PeopleMenWayChildrenImportantSometimesCharacterProblemFilmGuyDiesNationsPresidentLaughingGrowing UpGrowingTaughtThousandBehaviorModelsAdultsDeserveMurderOur ChildrenKillingTrackAvailableSolveScalesFlagsBad GuysInfluentialFlag Waving Author:Barbara Kingsolver
“The great constructive energies of the child ... have hitherto been concealed beneath an accumulation of ideas concerning motherhood. We used to say it was the mother who formed the child; for it is she who teaches him to walk, talk, and so on. But none of this is really done by the mother. It is an achievement of the child. What the mother brings forth is the baby, but it is the baby who produces the man. Should the mother die, the baby still grows up and completes his work of making the man.” MenShouldChildrenStillsIdeasDoneUsedMotherDiesEnergyGrowsGrowthWalksTeachGrowing UpProduceHe ManBabyAchievementMotherhoodConstructiveAccumulationConcealed Author:Maria Montessori
“In giving our daughter life, her father and I had also given her death, something I hadn't realized until that new creature flailed her arms in what was now infinite space. We had given her disease and speeding cars and flying cornices: once out of the fortress that had been myself, she would never be safe again ... We disappoint our kids and they disappoint us, and sometimes they grow up into people we don't like very much. We go on loving, though what we love may be more memory than actuality. And until the day we die we fear the phone that rings in the middle of the night.” PeopleGivingMaySometimesKidsNightDiesFatherGivenGrowsMemoriesSpaceGrowing UpMiddleCarArmsGoes OnSafeCreaturesDiseaseDaughterInfinitePhonesRingsFlyingDisappointMiddle Of The NightOur DaughterActualityFortressesSpeedingInfinite SpaceSpeeding Cars Author:Mary Cantwell