William Wordsworth Quotes

Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let's not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are powerful, successful, and popular.

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed. - Kaia Skyhawk

It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.

Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.

I'm a little girl; no one wants to beat up on me.

The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

We're children. We're supposed to be childish.

I love child things because there's so much mystery when you're a child.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.

Children are certainly too good to be true.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.

A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

I was too young to take it all in. I was too young to even realize I was young. I was just living my life.

Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.