Quotes about Child
Just like our story, the original Christmas tales were stories of searching, not so much for the lost, as for the familiar. Mary and Joseph sought in Bethlehem- the home of their familial ancestry- a place to start their own family; the three kings from the East journeyed beneath the sentinel star to find the King of Kings; and the shepherds sought a child in a place most familiar to them: a manger.
— Richard Paul Evans
Dear Religion, This week I safely dropped a man from space while you shot a child in the head for wanting to go to school. Yours, Science.
— Ricky Gervais
It's so much more than a child's story. - Matt Chandler on LIFE Today.
— Matt Chandler
Besides, he's mine, and I want the triumph of seeing my descendant fairly lord of their estates; my child hiring their children to till their fathers' lands for wages. That is the sole consideration which can make me endure the whelp: I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
— Emily Bronte
Parishes must be the safest places for a child to be.
— Blase J. Cupich
Because this is war. The fight of your life. A very real enemy has been strategizing and scheming against you, assaulting you, coming after your emotions, your mind, your man, your child, your future. In fact, he's doing it right this second. Right where you're sitting. Right where you are.
— Priscilla Shirer
There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child.
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Note that in normal cases of procreation, parents risk bringing a child into a lot of suffering; even the most fortunate of human lives is accompanied by seasons of serious suffering. Even more than that, parents procreate knowing full well that one day the child will suffer death.
— Ravi Zacharias
Don't just serve God, enjoy God. Enjoy being God's child. Enjoy the little corner of life that He has given you!
— Joyce Meyer
taken care of." Sara gathered the child into her
— Wanda Brunstetter
And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.
— CS Lewis