Elizabeth Berg Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Happiness, Quilts, Laughter

• Well, most women are full to the brim, that's all...We are, most of us, ready to explode, especially when our children are small and we are so weary with the demands for love and attention and the kind of service that makes you feel you should be wearing a uniform with "Mommy" embroidered over the left breast, over the heart...If a stranger had come up to me and said, "Do you want to talk about it? I have time to listen," I think I might have burst into tears at the relief of it.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Children, Heart, Thinking

• I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?

  Elizabeth Berg

  Children, Who Cares, Kind

• The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Children, Black And White, Past

• It's amazing how smart the body is. Though maybe we could do without loving. I think it's overrated, and I think it's too hard. You should only love your children; that is necessary, because otherwise you might kill them. But to love a man? It's overrated, and it's too hard and I will never, ever do it again.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Children, Smart, Men

  Elizabeth Berg (2000). “Open House: A Novel”, Random House Incorporated

• In the classics section, she had picked up a copy of The Magic Mountain and recalled the summer between her junior and senior years of high school, when she read it, how she lay in bed hours after she should have gotten up, the sheet growing warmer against her skin as the sun rose higher in the sky, her mother poking her head in now and then to see if she'd gotten up yet, but never suggesting that she should: Eleanor didn't have many rules about child rearing, but one of them was this: Never interrupt reading.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Summer, Senior, Mother

  Elizabeth Berg (2009). “Home Safe: A Novel”, p.228, Random House

• I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.

  Elizabeth Berg

  Children, Believe, Thinking

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