There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. —John Gregory Brown
Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there’s always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires. —Marcelene Cox
Every child is born a naturalist. His eyes are, by nature, open to the glories of the stars, the beauty of the flowers, and the mystery of life. —R. Search
