I was raised in an atmosphere of 'everything's fine.' But as I got older I was like 'Well no everything's not fine. There is stuff that's sad.' I am a really sensitive person. I think I am too sensitive sometimes.
I was raised Jewish my wife was raised Catholic. Though we respect each other's heritage and while many of our friends are deeply religious we have chosen to focus on our similarities not our differences. We teach our children compassion charity honesty and the benefits of hard work.
I'm just one woman away my mother from being the same as Mike Tyson. I would've ended up like him if my mama had not been so tough and strong. A lot of people including Mike don't know I came from the ghetto. They think I'm too nice and proper. But that's the way my mama raised me - to look people in the eye and respect them.
I have a feeling that being in love sometimes means the projection of your desires onto another person. The important thing is that you like the other person respect the other person and want to raise children with the other person.
The beliefs I was raised with - to respect animals and to be aware of nature to understand that we share this planet with other creatures - have had a huge impact on me.
Like the average American that I hang out with and like my father before me I raised all my children to respect tools and use them wisely and safely.
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
Plenty of people are raised Catholic and then aren't Catholic anymore like any religion.
Jesus claimed He had the power to raise himself from the dead and His followers would be raised from the dead. That's a unique claim in the literature of religion.
The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room in my family in my heart.
I was raised Catholic but my father's people were Methodist so we went to both churches.
It was a good 15 or 20 years before anyone at Rand would be in the same room with me. They didn't want the question raised 'What's your relationship with Daniel Ellsberg?' And not one of them wrote me a letter because they didn't want a letter of theirs to show up in my trash - which the FBI had been going through.
I was raised by a single mother and I've been in a 10-year relationship with my girlfriend. My whole life I've been surrounded by women.
Having been an educator for so many years I know that all a good teacher can do is set a context raise questions or enter into a kind of a dialogic relationship with their students.
No man deserves to be praised for his goodness who has it not in his power to be wicked. Goodness without that power is generally nothing more than sloth or an impotence of will.
Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power or the consideration to be dead.
Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame but probably only for this reason that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
I take any opportunity I can to raise our country's flag really high and get some shining positive light on things over there.
Instead of yelling and spanking which don't work anyway I believe in finding creative ways to keep their attention - turning things into a game for instance. And when they do something good positive reinforcement and praise.
I think that giving mindless praise is ridiculous. But I understand why parents do it. They want their kids to feel good about themselves. But parents are never going to teach their children true positive self esteem by praising everything they do.
I was raised on the values of speaking up and making a positive difference in a very political family that believed in the importance of public service.
I was raised to speak out about politics and the world around me. I would do it whether I was in the public or not. It is the way I was taught. The American way.
In politics merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised like a target to a position to be fired at.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas nerved and blooded with emotions all held together by the delicate tough skin of words.