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.
Let the children have their night of fun and laughter. Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let the grownups share in full their unstinted pleasure before we turn again to the stern task and formidable years that lie before us.
You gotta have a little kid in you to play football.
I have fun like a child in the street. When the day comes when I'm not enjoying it, I will leave football.
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
It all sounds rather naive and sentimental to be talking about children laughing and dancing and singing together when we all know perfectly well that what children do in real life is snarl and take drugs.
When I am playing with my grandchildren, that brings glory to God. So I don't think glory to God is simply serious. I do think that there is glory of God in laughter.
Sometimes a poem should just be about a girl jumping rope. It doesn't have to be something that is imbued with more despair.
The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.
Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
I'd say the player whose style most resembles mine would be Neymar. That's because I played with a sense of joy and you can see that he feels the same and really enjoys his own play. He doesn't play for himself or just to entertain the fans - he plays for his team. He uses his quality and skill for the good of the team.
If you ever want to see heaven, watch a bunch of young girls play. They are all sweat and skinned knees. Energy and open faces.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
