Ebeveynler Quotes & Sayings

It was my own special brand of insanity that made me think the trials of Lucy's life could somehow be eased by the order of Tupperware. — Ann Patchett

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise. — Abraham Cowley

Everything was astonishing. The setting sun was illuminating each blade of grass. It was reflecting off the girl's glasses, making a halo of light around the girl's round head, setting the whole world on fire. — Kate DiCamillo

Letting my experience carry me on, in a direction which appears to be forward, toward goals that I can but dimly define, as I try to understand at least the current meaning of that experience. — Carl R. Rogers

We have to be ready for the blessings God tosses at us. In order to catch your blessing, you have to let go of your burden. — Raylene Roybal

Many people think that discipline is the essence of parenting. But that isn't parenting. Parenting is not telling your child what to do when he or she misbehaves. Parenting is providing the conditions in which a child can realize his or her full human potential. — Gordon Neufeld

How often do you cave in to the pressures of the crowd, seeking the approval of others instead of the approval of God? We all like to be liked - but that can be a very dangerous thing. Make it your goal to live for Christ and be faithful to Him, regardless of what the crowd demands. — Billy Graham

I do not want to write beyond this point, because those days when I studied relentlessly are nostalgic to me; and on the other hand, I am sad when I think how I have become increasingly preoccupied with matters other than study. — Hideki Yukawa

To learn anything, you must put aside the safety of your ignorance. — Richard Bach

It's a sword, not a fairy wand, you know. — John Flanagan

I made it when I was young, by my standards, after years of playing on various harps. I shaped its pieces out of Ymris oak beside night fires in far, lonely places where I heard no man's voice but my own. I carved on each piece the shapes of leaves, flowers, birds I saw in my wanderings. In An, I searched three months for strings for it. I found them finally; sold my horse for them. They were strung to the broken harp of Ustin of Aum, who died of sorrow over the conquering of Aum. Its strings were tuned to his sorrow, and its wood was split like his heart. I strung my harp with them, matching note for note in the restringing. And then I returned them to my joy." Morgon — Patricia A. McKillip

I won't leave you! Do you know how unbearable it's been without you? You're not like the rest of them." His hand swipes through air almost savagely. I stare at him, my eyes wide and aching. "You're not some well-trained puppy content to go along with what you're told. You have fire." He laughs brokenly. "I don't mean literally, although there is that. There's something in you, Jacinda. You're the only thing real for me there, the only thing remotely interesting. — Sophie Jordan