All Quotes by Babies
“When you fold your hands, Baby Louise! You learned above, Baby Louise.”
“The morning that my baby cameFly mothlike over baby's bed.”
“What is the little one thinking about?And curious riddles as any sphinx!”
“When the baby died, Her misery.”
“Within the next generation I believe that the world's leaders will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging them and kicking them into obedience”
“The explosions ceased, the bells stopped ringing, the shriek of the siren died down from tone to tone into silence. The stiffly twitching bodies relaxed, and what had become the sob and yelp of infant maniacs broadened out once more into a normal howl of ordinary terror.”
“Sweet is the infant's waking smile, No soothing calm is blest.”
“Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving:Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.”
“The hair she means to have is gold, I call her "Little Dinky."”
“A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel,Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.”
“O child! O new-born denizenInto the future's undiscovered land.”
“A baby was sleeping,Its mother was weeping.”
“Her beads while she numbered,For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.”
“He seemed a cherub who had lost his wayO blest word—Evermore!”
“How did they all just come to be you?God thought about me and so I grew.”
“Where did you come from, baby dear?Out of the Everywhere into here.”
“Whenever a little child is born Somewhere, Somewhere.”
“And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death!Our light of love and fainting faith.”
“You scarce could think so small a thing White Rose of all the world.”
“A sweet, new blossom of Humanity,Fresh fallen from God's own home to flower on earth.”
“Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,"Are the weans in their bed? for it's now ten o'clock."”
“As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.”
“Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength.”
“Beneath the surface, the Giantess reader seems to be a man who longs for his infancy. He looks back fondly at the time he was dwarfed by his mother and scolded for soiling himself. And that's just about the last experience I care to reflect upon. Sure I received a few spankings but I never considered them a high point. I moved ahead and got on with my life. Didn't I?”
“Sweetest li'l' feller, everybody knows;Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' clost ter you.”
“A little soul scarce fledged for earth A little soul.”
“Beat upon mine, little heart! beat, beat! My sweet!”
“Baby smiled, mother wailed, When to earth came Viola.”
“A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.”
“Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Gently falling on thy head.”
“How lovely he appears! his little cheeksHis hour of midday rest is nearly over.”
“He smiles, and sleeps!—sleep onAnd innocent!”
“Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms,The pleasures of a parent.”
“A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.”
“God mark thee to his grace!I have my wish.”
“Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish loveAnd presently all humbled kiss the rod!”
“A daughter and a goodly babe,Much comfort in 't.”
“In any election, only a percentage of the people vote. Those who can't vote because of age or other disqualifications, and those who don't vote because of confusion, apathy, or disgust at a Tweedledum-Tweedledummer choice can hardly be said to have any voice in the passage of the laws which govern them. Nor can the individuals as yet unborn, who will be ruled by those laws in the future.”
“But what am I?And with no language but a cry.”
“Have you not heard the poets tellInto this world of ours?”
“Oh those little, those little blue shoes!Those little blue unused shoes!”
“Lullaby, baby, upon the tree top;And down comes the baby, and cradle and all.”
“Rock-bye-baby on the tree top,Down comes the baby, cradle and all.”
“Sweet babe, in thy faceLittle pretty infant wiles.”
“There came to port last Sunday night My daughter! O my daughter!”
“Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps;Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.”
“He is so little to be so large!Don't take my word for it. Ask his mother!”
“"The hand that rocks the cradle"—but there is no such hand.The Washingtons and Jeffersons and Adamses, you know.”