We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
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What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with read more
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
will not depart read more
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
will not depart from it.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.
There is no absurdity so obvious that it cannot be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin read more
There is no absurdity so obvious that it cannot be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin to impose it before the age of five, by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnity
