“He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever, Share via Whatsapp

“If you want to be treated like a mother, act like one.”

— Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses, Share via Whatsapp

“If you have never been hated by your child, you have never been a parent.”

— Bette Davis, Share via Whatsapp

“Everything depends on upbringing. ”

— Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace, Share via Whatsapp

“While I pressed the tissue to my face, Beck said, “Can I tell you something? There are a lot of empty boxes in your head, Sam.” I looked at him, quizzical. Again, it was a strange enough concept to hold my attention. “There are a lot of empty boxes in there, and you can put things in them.” Beck handed me another tissue for the other side of my face. My trust of Beck at that point was not yet complete; I remember thinking that he was making a very bad joke that I wasn’t getting. My voice sounded wary, even to me. “What kinds of things?” “Sad things,” Beck said. “Do you have a lot of sad things in your head?” “No,” I said. Beck sucked in his lower lip and released it slowly. “Well, I do.” This was shocking. I didn’t ask a question, but I tilted toward him. “And these things would make me cry,” Beck continued. “They used to make me cry all day long.” I remembered thinking this was probably a lie. I could not imagine Beck crying. He was a rock. Even then, his fingers braced against the floor, he looked poised, sure, immutable. “You don’t believe me? Ask Ulrik. He had to deal with it,” Beck said. “And so you know what I did with those sad things? I put them in boxes. I put the sad things in the boxes in my head, and I closed them up and I put tape on them and I stacked them up in the corner and threw a blanket over them.” “Brain tape?” I suggested, with a little smirk. I was eight, after all. Beck smiled, a weird private smile that, at the time, I didn’t understand. Now I knew it was relief at eliciting a joke from me, no matter how pitiful the joke was. “Yes, brain tape. And a brain blanket over the top. Now I don’t have to look at those sad things anymore. I could open those boxes sometime, I guess, if I wanted to, but mostly I just leave them sealed up.” “How did you use the brain tape?” “You have to imagine it. Imagine putting those sad things in the boxes and imagine taping it up with the brain tape. And imagine pushing them into the side of your brain, where you won’t trip over them when you’re thinking normally, and then toss a blanket over the top. Do you have sad things, Sam?” I could see the dusty corner of my brain where the boxes sat. They were all wardrobe boxes, because those were the most interesting sort of boxes — tall enough to make houses with — and there were rolls and rolls of brain tape stacked on top. There were razors lying beside them, waiting to cut the boxes and me back open. “Mom,” I whispered. I wasn’t looking at Beck, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow. “What else?” he asked, barely loud enough for me to hear. “The water,” I said. I closed my eyes. I could see it, right there, and I had to force out the next word. “My …” My fingers were on my scars. Beck reached out a hand toward my shoulder, hesitant. When I didn’t move away, he put an arm around my back and I leaned against his chest, feeling small and eight and broken. “Me,” I said.”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever, Share via Whatsapp

“The best way to make children good is to make them happy.”

— Oscar Wilde, Share via Whatsapp

“Moms are so oblivious. It’s like they live in a bubble of wishful thinking.”

— Stephen Graham Jones , Night of the Mannequins, Share via Whatsapp

“Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Share via Whatsapp

“I gave you life. You’re wasting it.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Share via Whatsapp

“Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..”

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden, Share via Whatsapp

“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.”

— Benjamin Spock, Share via Whatsapp

“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.”

— Benjamin Franklin, Share via Whatsapp

“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”

— James Baldwin, Share via Whatsapp

“Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person s character lies in their own hands.”

— Anne Frank, Share via Whatsapp

“Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For thir souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer s hand be for gladness. For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”

— Kahlil Gibran, Share via Whatsapp

“One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.”

— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Share via Whatsapp

“What it s like to be a parent: It s one of the hardest things you ll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.”

— Nicholas Sparks, The Wedding, Share via Whatsapp