then Siddhartha began to understand that his son had not brought him happiness and peace, but suffering and worry. But he loved him, and he preferred the suffering and worries of love over happiness a...
Everyone likes to think that he has done reasonably well in life so that it comes as a shock to find our children believing differently. The temptation is to tune them out it takes much more courage...
(n.) The state of a parent; the office or character of a parent.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.
No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.
The thing about having a baby is that thereafter you have it.
The best way to bring up some children is short.
What the mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.
I suppose you're going to say that I'm not a good mother.'
My mind was curiously blank. It was the blankness of obedience. With the unerring instinct of children, I had surmised what my parents wanted from me. They wanted me to stay the way I was. [434]
We can't surrender to the culture. We've minimized the role of fathers, so we've created a generation of barbarians, children who become men without growing up. They stay in boyhood through their 20s...
I wanted to explain so much to him at that moment, but you can't give a six-year-old the perspective of a 40-year-old, not really, so I gave him the short course.
Anything which parents have not learned from experience they can now learn from their children.
A mother is a person who if she is not there when you get home from school you wouldn't know how to get your dinner and you wouldn't feel like eating it anyway.
Who doesn't desire his father's death?
After having been standing by the gate of the garden for a long time, Siddhartha realised that his desire was foolish, which had made him go up to this place, that he could not help his son, that he w...
Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsio...
Good God, cries the Mother. Everything inside her suddenly begins to cower and shrink, a thinning of bones. Perhaps this is a soldier's readiness, but it has the whiff of death and defeat. It feels li...
He seriously thought that there is less harm in killing a man than producing a child: in the first case you are relieving someone of life, not his whole life but a half or a quarter or a hundredth par...
Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?Like what things?Jobs, I guess. Friends. Trips. Hobbies.
It is not true that love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Love alters all the time; it is fluid, in perceptual flux, an evolving business across a lifetime.
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