John Berryman Quotes

I love kids; I think they are fun and funny.

I'm still a little girl in Hawaii, I have the same friends I had when I was a kid who love me for who I am - not what I do. I never got caught up in the club scene or took wrong roads.

I always love writing about children.

I love kids. I just love kids. They put you in a good mood and they are so full of life.

Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts and only asks to be loved.

Children are so precious.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

I love being around kids, and I love to see them happy.

Kids are the most beautiful beings that can come into your life.

Kids are the best thing ever.

To sing with the voice of angels as we do the work of angels. To laugh with the laugh of Buddha as we go to our awakening. To extend the arms of Jesus to welcome the presence of children and let them climb into our hearts.

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

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same way.

Unless we can be like children, we can't be happy.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

A house is never perfectly furnished for enjoyment unless there is a child in it rising three years old, and a kitten rising three weeks.

I know in whom all my highest hopes and dearest joys are centered. I know in whom my whole heart can rest — so sweetly and so surely.

The moment one starts sharing one's being without any motive life becomes a sweet fragrance. It is all honey. Then everything remains the same, yet nothing is the same any more. When your heart beats in harmony, in love, in joy, when you are no longer greedy, when there are no desires and no ambitions, and when there are no ego trips any more, one is simply, ordinary, but sweet. That taste is the taste of god.

Even a child with normal feet was in love with the world after he had got a new pair of shoes.

Out of the sky, the birds, the parrots, the bells, silk, cloth, and drums, out of Sundays dancing, children's words and love words, out of love for the little fists of children, I will build a world, my world with round shoulders.

Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

When people love each other, they are content with very little. When we have light and joy in our hearts, we don't need material wealth. The most loving communities are often the poorest.