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9da1f37
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Faith can be very very dangerous, and deliberately to implant it into the vulnerable mind of an innocent child is a grievous wrong.
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faith
parental-love
parents
child
parenthood
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Richard Dawkins |
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913fe7e
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"Well, sir, do you mean to remain there, commending my father's taste in wine, or do you mean to accompany me to Ashtead?" "Set off for Ashtead at this hour, when I have been traveling for two days?" said Sir Horace. "Now, do, my boy, have a little common sense! Why should I?" "I imagine that your parental feeling, sir, must provide you with the answer! If it does not, so be it! I am leaving immediately!" "What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?" asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. "Wring Sophy's neck!" said Mr. Rivenhall savagely. "Well, you don't need my help for that, my dear boy!" said Sir Horace, settling himself more comfortably in his chair."
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parental-love
daughter
father
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Georgette Heyer |
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3692665
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The beggarly question of parentage--what is it, after all? What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.
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parental-love
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Thomas Hardy |
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c80cde4
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I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.
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parental-love
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Julia Quinn |
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6886ae7
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Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.
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parental-love
unconditional-love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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85f155c
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Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other sumptuous love which made one drunk, which one longed for, envied, believed in, that was not life. It was what life was seeking; it was a suspension of life. But to be close to a child, for whom one spent everything, whose life was protected and nourished by one's own, to have that child beside one, at peace, was the real, the deepest, the only joy.
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love
parental-love
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James Salter |
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b8b5354
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When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.
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world
post-apocalypse
first-lines
parental-love
night
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1836609
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When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love -- its quality -- to be unreliable. Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning the love you get is the love that sets.
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parental-love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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3230124
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That's all kids want to know--that you love them.
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kids
love
jenks-from-the-hollows-novels
million-dollar-baby
jenks
parental-love
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Kim Harrison |
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88c3e60
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Mrs. Winterson did not have a soothing personality. Ask for reassurance and it would never come. I never asked her if she loved me. She loved me on those days when she was able to love. I really believe that is the best she could do.
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parental-love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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e8e4743
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"We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa myth and got nothing for Christmas but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. "Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten," Dad said, "you'll still have your stars."
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stars
inspirational
parental-love
gifts
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Jeannette Walls |
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2209393
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Am I worthy of Juliet, I wondered, worthy as my father was of my mother?
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parental-love
romeo-and-juliet
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Robin Maxwell |
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0a0abd5
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"I can guarantee it, " Jenks said as their eyes met. The second that you see her, you will fall in love. You will do anything for her, anything at all, and she will know it and love you back. That's all kids want to know--that you love them."
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jenks-from-the-hollows-novels
million-dollar-baby
jenks
parental-love
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Kim Harrison |
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7cc2f26
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Without warning he had become witness to something that stretched back through the eons, ties both elastic and enduring, surpassing death, surpassing life. She was his child. It was as simple as that and that complex.
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kids
love
fatherly-love
million-dollar-baby
trent-kalamack
parental-love
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Kim Harrison |
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f810d71
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[...] he thinks [...] as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
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fatherly-love
parental-love
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Anthony Doerr |
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73dbb77
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He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, all stripped into a single flame and stowed still-burning inside the this slip of his ribs. I'd hold him to the window and he'd stare out into the night, blue tributaries of veins pulsing his neck, his big eyelids slipping down now and then, and it would feel as if tethers were falling away, and the two of us were gently rising, through the glass, through the trees, through the interweaving layers of atmosphere, into whatever was beyond the sky.
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nights
parental-love
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Anthony Doerr |
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f2e8a53
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He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa, all stripped into a single flame and stowed still-burning inside the thin slip of his ribs. I'd hold him to the window and he'd stare out into the night, blue tributaries of veins pulsing his neck, his big eyelids slipping down now and then, and it would feel as if tethers were falling away, and the two of us were gently rising, through the glass, through the trees, through the interweaving layers of atmosphere, into whatever was beyond the sky
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nights
parental-love
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Anthony Doerr |