My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely. ~Ogden Nash
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~Robert Frost
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. ~Truman Capote
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it. ~Mark Twain
Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968
The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. ~Lucille Ball
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
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