It’s time for the Boy Scouts to open its membership to LGBT adults once and for all. Only then can they claim to have anything to teach our children.

I have come to believe that in order to thrive, a child must have at least one adult in her life who shows her unconditional love, respect, and confidence.

We have fallen upon evil times and the world has waxed very old and wicked. Politics are very corrupt. Children are no longer respectful to their parents.

Teach children the value of work and to work hard at everything they do. The virtue of compassion and value of appreciation of the hard work of others too.

We absolutely must battle with every bit of determination we can muster to root out the harm that would warp the souls and spirits of children in our world.

We are bent on weakening bonds in the name of growth and independance,then spend out adulthoods wondering why we have trouble getting close to other people.

Ja, ç’bëjnë fëmijët! Gjithnjë i shkojnë gjërat ashtu siç janë në të vërtetë!

Even their insistence on educating their children, the last reflex of any exploited group before it sank into submission, marked the end of their resistance.

When parents neglect their responsibility to correct and discipline their children society suffers. The results are crimes and harm committed against others.

A parent's words maybe a little harsh and painful, but it will be their annoying redundant words of love and care that will mold us into a better person.

Do not give a damn what "they" have to say (and you will know who they are) for you are either very right or very wrong, but at least you are very something.

I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.

You can't make your kids do anything. All you can do is make them wish they had. And then, they will make you wish you hadn't made them wish they had.

If I were flying, I would travel to a perfect place. A place with frosted cakes and beautiful flowers and excellent trees to climb and absolutely no doldrums.

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.