When I was growing up, my parents were almost involved in various volunteer things. My dad was head of Planned Parenthood. And it was very controversial to be involved with that.

Surely wisdom will come as we listen to learn from children, parents, partners, neighbors, Church leaders, and the Lord.

When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.

In fact, you couldn’t give me anything to make me go back to being a teenager. Never. No, I hated it.

I’m just a kid – I’ve got a lot of stuff to do yet.

My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s.

My mom and my dad were both very sociable, meeting lots of interesting people.

When I was 11, the whole world was closed to me. I just felt I was on the outside of the world.

Indeed, we’re strongest when the face of America isn’t only a soldier carrying a gun but also a diplomat negotiating peace, a Peace Corps volunteer bringing clean water to a village, or a relief worker stepping off a cargo plane as floodwaters rise.

My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.

My parents were of the generation who thought they were the children of a free Czechoslovakia, the only democracy in central Europe.

K to 12 is partly about babysitting the kids so the parents can do other things.

I used to live with my grandmother. I used to wonder why the other kids in school went home with their mothers and fathers. I wanted to be the guy that got married. I wanted to be the guy with the children and the white picket fence. I never had that.

I’ve always been surrounded by many great people and professors, but my family, especially my mom who was a teacher, was the person who encouraged me to study and pushed me to continue. When we’re young, we don’t understand why our parents bug us so much with school and doing homework, but it’s a blessing to have that support at home.

You think I’m going to ask these sweet 14 year olds to ask their parents to buy a $100 ticket then run around in latex and lip sync? No way.

Before I was born, my father told my mother, ‚If it’s a boy, he’s going to be a scientist.‘

I was an only child, and Mother was always right with me all my life. I used to get very angry at her when I was growing up-it’s a natural thing.

Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

It’s very hard for our parents who see us enter a world that they can’t imagine.

Being the only man in the household with my mom definitely helped me grow up fast.

I believe that my parents did wonderful things for us.

Parents and teachers, learn to listen, then listen to learn from children.

A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.

All that the future holds in store for each sacred child of God will be shaped by his or her parents, family, friends, and teachers. Thus, our faith now becomes part of our posterity’s faith later.

I think when people mean that Discworld books have become darker they really mean the series is growing up. In ‚The Colour of Magic‘ most of the city is set alight. It’s a joke, in much the same way that the Earth is destroyed almost at the start of Douglas Adams’s ‚The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.‘

My parents were both born in Virginia, of undistinguished families – second families, perhaps I should say.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.

My parents were both storytellers. They always spoke with metaphorical richness.

I still have mixed feelings about what growing up is – this thing that happens to everyone, so I’ve heard.

My parents weren’t actors or studio executives.

My mami and papi love my music. They’re always listening to the radio waiting for one of my songs to come on. And when it does, they turn up the volume – and turn it back down when it’s over.

I knew I was blessed with a gift of having both parents.

My parents are my backbone. Still are. They’re the only group that will support you if you score zero or you score 40.

Counsel with your parents is a privilege at any age.

My childhood was endless – from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.

Where I grew up – I grew up on the north side of Akron, lived in the projects. So those scared and lonely nights – that’s every night. You hear a lot of police sirens, you hear a lot of gunfire. Things that you don’t want your kids to hear growing up.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

Growing up, I decided, a long time ago, I wouldn’t accept any manmade differences between human beings, differences made at somebody else’s insistence or someone else’s whim or convenience.

I don’t believe in nepotism. I don’t much like the idea of parents who interfere.

When you’re around the kids, you feel like you act the most grown up just because you’re supposed to lead. I say things, like every other parent, that reminds you of your own parents. One thing I do know about being a parent, you understand why your father was in a bad mood a lot.

When I was growing up in Pennsylvania, auditioning for Broadway was my dream.

I grew up cursing a lot. It felt natural. My parents told me to stop.

Whenever a youth is ascertained to possess talents meriting an education which his parents cannot afford, he should be carried forward at the public expense.

My mother never cursed at home; my father never cursed at home. My father didn’t drink. Even though we were poor, we would say a blessing over the table. So that’s who I am.

I’m just a little kid from Akron.

Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child’s eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

I don’t blame the average seventeen-year-old punk-rock kid for calling me a sellout. I understand that. And maybe when they grow up a little bit, they’ll realize there’s more things to life than living out your rock & roll identity so righteously.

My parents taught me service – not by saying, but by doing. That was my culture, the culture of my family.

It’s always a struggle growing up in Akron.

I guess you could say I devoted myself so strongly to my music that for awhile I forgot about my family. But I only get one set of parents, and I think I forgot about that for a little while.

Being a kid’s not easy. You’re transforming and becoming a human being. At some point, you have everyone taking care of you, and then, all of a sudden, you’re out in the world.

Starting at about, I guess, forever, I’ve always looked forward to getting older. When I was 14, I couldn’t wait to be 16 and get a driver’s license.

Sometimes a nickname is used instead of the real name. But a nickname may offend either the one named or the parents who gave the name.

I was fortunate and I was lucky that I had a couple of people in my life who cared about me. I had good, loving parents.

Of all the subjects on this planet, I think my parents would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

The only big things I’ve purchased are my dad’s heart valve and a Rolls-Royce for my parents, for their anniversary. And that was only because my dad had a Lady Gaga license plate on our old car and it was making me crazy because he was getting followed everywhere, so I bought him a new car.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

In this country, it doesn’t make any difference where you were born. It doesn’t make any difference who your parents were. It doesn’t make any difference if, like me, you couldn’t even speak English until you were in your twenties.

The moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.