Children – Zitate

Jesus was the first great teacher of men who showed a genuine sympathy for childhood. When He said "Of such is the kingdom of heaven," it was a revelation.

— Eggleston

Children have more need of models than of critics.

— Joseph Joubert

  ​ God has given you your child, that the sight of him, from time to time, might remind you of His goodness, and induce you to praise Him with filial reverence.

— Christian Scriver

Bring your little children to the Saviour. Place them in His arms. Devote them to His service. Born in His camp, let them wear from the first His colors. Taking advantage of timely opportunities, and with all tenderness of spirit, seek to endear them to the Friend of Sinners, the Good Shepherd of the lambs, the loving Guardian of the little children. And not only teach them, but govern them. And in order to govern them, govern yourselves.

— James Hamilton

Never despair of a child. The one you weep the most for at the mercy-seat may fill your heart with the sweetest joys.

— T. L. Cuyler

Precious Saviour! come in spirit, and lay Thy strong, gentle grasp of love on our dear boys and girls, and keep these our lambs from the fangs of the wolf.

— T. L. Cuyler

  ​ We speak of educating our children. Do we know that our children also educate us?

— Mrs. Sigourney

Let us be men with men, and always children before God; for in His eyes we are but children. Old age itself, in presence of eternity, is but the first moment of a morning.

— Joseph Joubert

We are but children, the things that we do Are as sports of a babe to the Infinite view, That sees all our weakness, and pities it too. And oh! when aweary, may we be so blest As to sink, like an innocent child, to our rest, And feel ourselves clasped to the Infinite breast.

— F. Burge Smith

I never hear parents exclaim impatiently, "Children, you must not make so much noise," that I do not think how soon the time may come when, beside the vacant seat, those parents would give all the world, could they hear once more the ringing laughter which once so disturbed them.

— A. E. Kittredge

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

— Rutherford

Johnny is but gone an hour or two sooner to bed as children are wont to do, and we are undressing to follow. And the more we put off the love of this present world, and all things superfluous beforehand, we shall have the less to do when we lie down.

— Archbishop Leighton

  ​ When our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder. If we receive news that a hundred thousand dollars had been left them by some one dying, we should be thrown into an ecstasy of rejoicing; but when they have gone home to God, we stand, and mourn, and pine, and wonder at the mystery of Providence.

— H. W. Beecher

The dying boy said: "Father, don't you weep for me; when I get to heaven I will go straight to Jesus and tell Him that ever since I can remember you have tried to lead me to Him." I would rather have my children say that of me after I am gone; or if they die before me, I would rather they should take that message to the Master than to have a monument over me reaching to the skies.

— D. L. Moody

How can a mother's heart feel cold or weary    Knowing her dearer self safe, sheltered, warm? How can she feel her road too dark or dreary,    Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm? How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding,    Our God forgot, our holy saints defied; But can a mother hear her dead child pleading,    And thrust those little angel hands aside?

— A. A. Procter

Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.

— Hooker

  ​ Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness, and in storm.

— Bulwer

Ye have lost a child—nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

— Rutherford

Dearest wife, let us go on and faint not; something of ours is in heaven besides the flesh of our exalted Saviour, and we go on after our own .

— Rutherford