Beautiful Phrases About Loving Children
- It deeply saddens me to realize that the casualties of wars, especially among the poor, are children with no one to remember them.
- The love for children stems not just from their kinship, but from the bond forged through nurturing and education.
- The absence of children does not diminish a compassionate heart.
- Children are more valuable than wealth.
- Love your children wholeheartedly and guide them with a firm hand.
- The love for offspring is a universal human instinct, a natural disposition, and above all, it is a divine gift.
- The deeper the love parents have for their children, the greater the love and compassion they receive in return.
Thoughts on Children
- Children need role models more than critics.
- There is no joy in the world greater than a mother feels when her child succeeds.
- He who honors his parents will find joy in his children.
- Embrace your children often, for a day may come when they no longer allow it.
- Be a teacher to your son when he is young, and a friend when he grows up.
- Once your son matures, treat him as a brother.
- A man wishes to surpass everyone but remains content to be of lesser rank than his son.
- A father acknowledges his child, regardless of whether they possess talent or not.
- A child’s future is shaped by his mother.
- A righteous child brings joy to the father.
- A child lights up a dark home.
- He who has children cannot remain poor for long; conversely, he who is childless cannot remain noble for long.
- The boat steered by a father and son will not face harm.
- Those who are dutiful are the best children.
- He who lives without children knows no sorrow, and he who dies childless knows no joy.
- A wise son delights his father, while a foolish one burdens his mother.
- An ignorant child tarnishes the family honor and destroys dignity.
- Only those who experience fatherhood can truly appreciate the value of a child.
- Children are the pillars of the household.
Speaking of Kids and Childhood
- They live in the moment, experiencing each hour without concern for tomorrow or how it may unfold, their feelings are sensitive, their conversations engaging, and their interactions are filled with love.
- If you wrong them today, they will forget by tomorrow, and a single word can erase that wrongdoing, as their hearts are pure and carry no grudges.
- Through your gentle behavior towards them, they will offer you their complete affection, respect, and attachment.
- These attributes may be childlike, yet they are beautiful and wondrous, and it’s even more magnificent if we, as adults, can learn from them the art of interaction and embrace their purity of heart and clarity of mind.
- Childhood is a blank slate and a life of clarity, filled with joyful smiles, pure hearts, and innocent souls.
- Childhood is a velvety world adorned with hearts like pearls and souls radiating purity.
- Childhood is a tree of innocence providing generous shade, with branches of spontaneity bearing fruits of acceptance and joy.
- Childhood is springtime and blossoms, garlands of jasmine adorning the elegance of life.
- Childhood tells a story of dreams, a poem of hope, and a whisper of sweetness.
- Childhood is the life of the spirit and the spirit of life.
- Childhood breathes sweetly, accompanied by gentle showers and fragrant breezes.
- The quest for truth and beauty is a lively world that allows us to remain children throughout our lives.
- Leaders strive to turn their followers into children.
- Do not blame or criticize those without children, nor brag about your offspring.
- Before I got married, I had six theories on raising children; now I have six children and no theories for them.
Statements About the Innocence and Love of Children
- Advise your children on virtue, for it is what can bring them happiness, far more than any wealth.
- I envy babies, for they possess the exclusive right to cry, unfettered by the constraints that life imposes on their vocal cords.
- If we wish to teach true peace in this world and wage war against conflict, we must start with our children.
- Some of the most fascinating insights come from children; they say all they know and then pause.
- The most fundamental bond we share is that we all inhabit this planet, breath the same air, think about our children’s future, and recognize that we are all temporary.
- We find joy in the beauty and happiness of children, which expands the heart beyond its physical boundaries.
- Childhood is a velvety realm, adorned with hearts like jewels and souls filled with purity.
- The heart is like a child yearning for its desires.
- Wealth in a woman’s hands never lasts, just as a child in a man’s care does not endure.
- Every child is an artist; the challenge is keeping that artistry alive as they grow.
- The tears of a child are far more painful than those of adults.
- Every dollar spent on a child yields a substantial return.
- Always treat a child as if they have a passion for reading and a love for books, irrespective of their current reality, and they will become just that.
A Poem About a Father
Where is the sweet noise and the play?
Where are the joyful memories and games?
Where is the childhood in its vigor?
Where are the toys and the books scattered about?
Where are the disputes without purpose?
Where is the complaining without cause?
Where is the laughing and the crying,
In a time together, filled with joy and sorrow?
Where is the racing to be near me,
Hungry for food and drink?
They used to crowd around me,
So close wherever they turned.
They would turn to me in their innocence,
Seeking me whether in fear or desire.
Their song: “Father!” when they rejoiced,
And their warning: “Father!” when they were angered.
They would call for me: “Father!” when they were near,
And cry out: “Father!” when they were apart.
Just yesterday, they filled our home,
And today, alas, they are gone.
It is as if the silence that has descended,
Weighs heavily in the house now that they’ve left.
A fleeting calm blankets the restless,
Within it, worries and exhaustion take root.
They have left, yes, they have left, and their home,
Rests within my heart, whether they are near or far.
I see them wherever I look,
My soul alive with their spirit and mischief.
And I feel in my thoughts their playful presence,
Not a moment’s rest for them in the house.
And the brilliance in their eyes remains,
Even when they conquer, and the tears from losing linger.
Each corner bears a footprint of their play,
And every nook echoes their laughter.
In the windows, they shattered the glass,
In the painted wall, they pierced through.
In the door, they broke the locks,
On it, they drew and wrote.
In the plate lies remnants of their meals,
And in the candy box that they robbed.
In half a bitten apple,
And in the drops of spilled water.
I see them wherever I turn,
My eyes, like swarms of doves, are drawn to them.
Yesterday, they alighted in “Qarnayl,”
And today, they have found their home in “Aleppo.”
My tears, tightly held, break free,
From the moment they cried when they departed.
Even as they traveled, they took away,
A heart from my ribs that yearned for them.
You will find me like a child in essence,
And the heart flows like rain.
It may amaze the critics of a man,
Who weeps; were I not to cry, they would find it strange.
Be it noted, not every tear falls from weakness,
For I possess the resolve of a man.