When my late father died — now I’m in mourning for my late mother — that sense of grief and bereavement suddenly taught me that so many things that I thought were important, externals, etc.,...

I often find that the best parents are the ones without children.

My parents live right down the street from the house I grew up in.

A lot of teenagers have parents that are maybe a little too real with them.

I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I’d go and work my way through the children’s area.

In the agricultural age, women conceived younger and had many more children because children were economic assets as workers on the farm. In the postindustrial age, children are emotional assets but economic liabilities, costing both...

Cut the parents in half.

Have times really changed? Don’t we today, as always, love our children and want them to live righteously? Don’t we today, as always, need God’s divine protecting care? Don’t we today, as always, continue to...

Babbit was an average father. He was affectionate, bullying, opinionated, ignorant, and rather wistful. Like most parents he enjoyed the game of waiting till the victim was clearly wrong, then virtuously pouncing.

I don’t think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.

If you want to write, write it. That’s the first rule. And send it in, and send it in to someone who can publish it or get it published. Don’t send it to me. Don’t...

The best words of wisdom that a parent can say to their child is “I Am proud of you”.

So much is asked of parents, and so little is given.

For the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis … [S]ix months before she died I sent a Mother’s Day card. There was a horrible,...

More people seem to know the Van der Graaf Generator material than my solo work – thanks, I suppose, to their parents’ lingering vinyl collections.

A test may instruct students to compare and contrast something. Well, what does that mean? We have some of the same issues with their homework. We do send home their math worksheets in Spanish and...

My father kept me busy from dawn to dusk when I was a kid. When I wasn’t pitching hay, hauling corn or running a tractor, I was heaving a baseball into his mitt behind the...

Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away.

Parents are Blessings ,Blessings brings Happiness ,Keep Parents Happy

The survey contains nothing more than a threat of dire outcomes designed to scare and infuriate parents into supporting $45 million in wasteful spending.

Pais que não conhecem a si mesmo não são capazes de evitar a reprodução, em seus filhos, de suas disfunções

Watu wanahitaji elimu na ajira kuwaepusha na janga la madawa ya kulevya.

All people cross the line from childhood to adulthood with a secondhand opinion of who they are. Without any questioning, we take as truth whatever our parents and other influentials have said about us during...

The best aunts aren’t substitute parents, they’re co-conspirators.

My parents had been involved in the labor movement; if we’d grown up in the city, we would have been red-diaper babies.

I’m thankful I don’t have parents that I feel I need to get their attention. They’ve always been there for me.

I have this blanket thing about giving parenting advice to parents, and that’s: ‘Don’t take other people’s advice on parenting.’

The memories seem to come in layers. For example, the first memory might be of incest; then they remember robes and candles; next they realize that their father or mother or both were present when...

[E]verywhere I’m looking at kids, adults mostly don’t seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again...

I’m like a middle-aged person; when my friends go on about modern bands, I don’t know what they are talking about. I’m into rock n’ roll, like Jimi Hendrix. Not so much because of my...

I am really fortunate to have parents who supported my plan to become an actress when I was a little kid. And then there was my grandma. She was the best. She was always there...

Spies and parents never sleep.

Dad was on the porch, pacing back and forth in that uneven stride he had on account of having a gimp leg. When he saw, he let out a yelp of delight and started hobbling...

Sorry is the day, and full of lament, when the young have to guard themselves from being food for the old.I am moved to bewilderment, when I glance my eyes upon a society that kills...

Home is our greatest place of trials.

Parents have to instill the right principles in their children, but then it’s up to the children to live up to those principles.

To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.

No matter how long it’s been or how far you’ve drifted, no matter how unknowable you might be, there were at least two people in the world whose job it was to see you, to...

There are two things parents should give their children: roots and wings. Roots to give them bearing and a sense of belonging, but also wings to help free them from constraints and prejudices and give...

They fuck you up, your mum and dad? No, that wasn’t it at all. Well, they did do that, perhaps, but they also allowed you to become the person, and the writer, that you had...

When I was a child growing up in Maine, one of my favorite things to do was to look for sand dollars on the seashores of Maine, because my parents told me it would bring...

My listening changed when I heard music from Stax, Atlantic, Motown because by that age I thought anything that my parents listened to must be square. So I had to find my own rock n’...

My parents didn’t go to university and weren’t brought up in England. They hadn’t heard of any other universities other than ‘Cambridge’ or ‘Oxford.’

she hated everything her parents loved

These search services — even the legitimate ones – should be viewed as a supplement. If parents and students are willing to do the work themselves, they can find out more about grants and scholarships...

If the one who gave me life wants the real me to die… then all I can do is die.

Some secret of nurture withered a generation or two before I arrived, if it had ever existed before among the poor, marginalized people on the edges of Europe from whom I descend. Both my parents...

Am I (going) straight? I haven’t driven in three years. My parents won’t let me,

A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn’t even the worst of it: secretly he believes that he represents reality.

There’s no better cure for the fear of taking after one’s father, than not to know who he is.