Death of children
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- Shinji: Kaoru said, that he loved me. I've never, felt such kindness before. He was like me. And he was like Ayanami. I liked him too. Kaoru should have survived. He was much better than I am. Kaoru should have survived, not me. He deserved to live.
Misato: No. The one who deserves to survives is the one who has the will to make it happen. He wished for death. He ignored his will to survive and chose, to die for a false hope. Your survival is not a mistake Shinji.
Shinji: Misato, how can you be so cruel.
- Neon Genesis Evangelion ep. 24, written by Hideaki Anno, Akio Satsukawa.
- That they may not become too complacent or delighted in married life, he makes them distressed by the shortcomings of their partners, or humbles them through willful offspring, or afflicts them with the want or loss of children. But, if in all these matters he is more merciful to them, he shows them by diseases and dangers how unstable and passing all mortal blessings are, that they may not be puffed up with vain glory.
- John Calvin Golden Booklet of the True Christian Life (published 1551), pg. 69.
- Aquinas and Augustus of Hippo, both proposed this extraordinary idea that babies who were unbaptised would not know heaven. They also proposed the idea of purgatory which doesn’t exist in The Bible. There’s absolutely no evidence for it. However, what an extraordinary brilliant coup to imagine such a thing as purgatory. That a soul needs to be prayed for, in order to go to heaven. In order to turn left when he enters the aeroplane of heaven and get a first class seat. That, he needs to be prayed for. And many hundreds, indeed over a thousand years, you’ll be amazed what generous terms those prayers came at. Sometimes as little as two thirds of a year’s salary. Could ensure that a dead loved one would go to heaven. And money could ensure that your baby. Your dead child, your dead uncle, your dead mother, could go to heaven. And if you were rich enough, you could have a charm tree built and monks would permanently sing prayers so that that existence in heaven for the child would go up and up and up until they were at the table of the Lord themselves.
- While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house, and suddenly a great wind came from across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they are dead; and I alone have escaped to tell you!"
Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. And he said:
"Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked shall I return there.
The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away;
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
In all this Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong.
- Book of Job NKJV 1:18-22.
- Moment: Then that's your punishment. If you do this, if you kill them all, then that's the consequence. You live. Gallifrey. You're going to burn it, and all those Daleks with it, but all those children too. How many children on Gallifrey right now?
- War Doctor: I don't know.
- Moment: One day you will count them. One terrible night. Do you want to see what that will turn you into? Come on, aren't you curious?
- War Doctor: How many children there were on Gallifrey that day?
The Doctor: I have absolutely no idea.
War Doctor: How old are you now?
Eleventh Doctor: Ah, I don't know. I lose track. Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age, that's how old I am.
War Doctor: Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time you've never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?
Eleventh Doctor: Tell me, what would be the point?
Tenth Doctor: Two point four seven billion.
War Doctor: You did count!
Tenth Doctor: You forgot? Four hundred years, is that all it takes?
Eleventh Doctor: I moved on.
Tenth Doctor: Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?
- Rorshach: Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
- Was Rorschach.
- Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?
- If someone who knew the future, pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives... could you then kill that child?
- Rust Cohle: I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn’t feel a thing; went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another deeper kind. Isn’t that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you’ve already grown up. The damage is done, it’s too late.
- True Detective (TV series), Seeing Things, written by Nic Pizzolatto
- Rust Cohle: The newspapers are gonna be tough on you. And prison is very, very hard on people who hurt kids. If you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.
- True Detective (TV series), Haunted House, written by Nic Pizzolatto
- Zed: May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?
- Edwards: She was the only one who actually seemed dangerous. At the time.
- Zed; And how did you come to that conclusion?
- Edwards: Hook-head guy. You explain to me how he can think with a hook for a head. Answer; it's not his head. His head is that butt-ugly bean-bag thing over there. 'Cause if you look at the snarling beast-guy, he's not snarling, he's sneezing -- he's got tissues in his hand. No threat there, and anyhow, the girl's books were way too advanced for an eight-year-old's. And besides, from where I'm looking, she was the only one who appeared to have a motive. And I don't appreciate your jumping down my throat about it.
- [Sideways glances from the other recruits. Zed sighs.]
- Edwards:Or, uh -- do I owe her an apology?
- Men in Black (film) written by Ed Solomon
- Leela: Alright, this is for their own good. Don't leave orphans. Gotta kill entire families. [She looks down the gunsight.] But they're so cute. No! You can do this. It's just like murdering a little butler. I-I can't look.
- Futurama/Season 3 The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz written by Dan Vebber
- My son was one of a kind. You are the first of a kind. David?
- Hobby, A.I. Artificial Intelligence by Ian Watson and Brian Aldiss.
- Gabriel: I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
- Gregory Widen, The Prophecy
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)
- Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895).
- When our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder. If we receive news that a hundred thousand dollars had been left them by some one dying, we should be thrown into an ecstasy of rejoicing; but when they have gone home to God, we stand, and mourn, and pine, and wonder at the mystery of Providence.
- Henry Ward Beecher, p. 52.
- If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him.
- Giannina Braschi, (Yo-Yo Boing!) p 79.
- Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness, and in storm.
- Edward Bulwer-Lytton, p. 53.
- Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.
- Richard Hooker, p. 52.
- I never hear parents exclaim impatiently, "Children, you must not make so much noise," that I do not think how soon the time may come when, beside the vacant seat, those parents would give all the world, could they hear once more the ringing laughter which once so disturbed them.
- Abbott Eliot Kittredge, p. 51.
- The dying boy said: " Father, don't you weep for me; when I get to heaven I will go straight to Jesus and tell Him that ever since I can remember you have tried to lead me to Him." I would rather have my children say that of me after I am gone; or if they die before me, I would rather they should take that message to the Master than to have a monument over me reaching to the skies.
- Dwight L. Moody, p. 52.
- How can a mother's heart feel cold or weary
Knowing her dearer self safe, sheltered, warm?
How can she feel her road too dark or dreary,
Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm?
How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding,
Our God forgot, our holy saints defied;
But can a mother hear her dead child pleading,
And thrust those little angel hands aside?
- Adelaide Anne Procter, p. 52.
- Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.
- Samuel Rutherford, p. 51.
- Dearest wife, let us go on and faint not; something of ours is in heaven besides the flesh of our exalted Saviour, and we go on after our own.
- Samuel Rutherford, p. 53.
- Ye have lost a child — nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.
- Samuel Rutherford, p. 53.