Top 50 Orphanage Quotes

I was a sickly baby, and after two sets of adoptive parents took me home, they returned me to the orphanage because of a serious respiratory infection. But as they say, the third time’s a charm, because my mom and dad adopted me and took me into their home where I was raised in a family full of love.

Many of the girls who were in the orphanage with me became either nurses or social workers.

When I was younger, I went with a friend of mine to Nairobi for 3 months and helped teach in an orphanage’s school. It was a great experience and made me truly understand that giving back – by giving time, not just money – was so rewarding.

Ethiopia didn’t just blow my mind; it opened my mind. Anyway, on our last day at this orphanage a man handed me his baby and said, ‘Would you take my son with you?’ He knew, in Ireland, that his son would live, and that in Ethiopia, his son would die.

I want to set up orphanages for underprivileged and abused children.

They said if I stayed in the orphanage for another month or so, I basically would not have been able to be alive.

My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he’d be out of the World War too. But no way – they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

I adore my family; they are my joy. However, I am committed to my work. If, on a Saturday morning when I was ostensibly going to be with the children, and something arose at RADA or at UNICEF or at the orphanage or whatever, I would allow the other pressures to take precedent.

So my father grew up in an orphanage in Boston. He was then adopted by an elderly childless couple from Maine, who gave him the name of Mitchell. He moved to Maine, and there he met my mother and was married.

When I was an orphan, I was the richest kid at the orphanage because everyone else was complaining about not having anything. But when I discovered that you could get two cents for a Coca-Cola bottle, I would follow people around who were drinking it and ask them if they were almost through with it.

After ‘The Orphanage’ and ‘The Impossible,’ ‘A Monster Calls’ is the perfect final chapter in a trilogy centred on the extraordinary strength of the mother-child bond.

I was drawn to medicine because I’m fond of serving. In college, we go to the orphanage every week, see patients first-hand.

When I was young, my brother David and I were farmed off to foster homes, and I spent time in orphanages. My father abandoned us. Here’s the most important person in my life, and I never met him.

To see change in your own area code is very powerful. There’s a little orphanage down the street from my company, and we donate $1 from the sale of each CD we sell to the orphanage.

I want to set up orphanages for underprivileged and abused children.

Since I was sent to an orphanage, and I saw very little of my mother, I can counsel mothers that you shouldn’t abandon your children. Before you bring a child into the world, think deeply about things, so that they lack absolutely nothing, least of all love.

One of my most memorable moments serving the community was after I built the Live Civil Playground in Haiti, and I visited an orphanage and gave away shoes to all the kids. I also sat with them and helped them design their shoes. The smiles on their faces were priceless.

I went to a number of foreign countries, and during whenever I went, I would try to go to an orphanage or a home for children. And I was seeing thousands of kids around the world that needed homes.

Last time I was in Jamaica I financed a teacher to teach in an orphanage.

My mother left me for seven years in an orphanage.

When I was young, my brother David and I were farmed off to foster homes, and I spent time in orphanages. My father abandoned us. Here’s the most important person in my life, and I never met him.

The earth is a great big orphanage for most animals.

My sister-in-law works for a group that supports orphanages in Cairo. She and her colleagues take care of children left behind by circumstances beyond their control. They feed these children, clothe them, and teach them to read.

I adore my family; they are my joy. However, I am committed to my work. If, on a Saturday morning when I was ostensibly going to be with the children, and something arose at RADA or at UNICEF or at the orphanage or whatever, I would allow the other pressures to take precedent.

Many of the girls who were in the orphanage with me became either nurses or social workers.

I love scary movies! My two favorites are pretty neck and neck: ‘The Orphanage’ and ‘The Strangers.’

Before I pass, I want to start an orphanage and name it after my mother. She worked with kids all her life.

My father was the orphaned son of immigrants to the United States from Ireland. My father never knew his parents. His mother died – we’re not sure – either at or shortly after his birth, and he and all of his siblings were placed in orphanages in the Boston area.

I love ‘The Orphanage’ because the concept is so cool and the story is told in such an interesting way. It’s a movie that will scare your socks off but make you cry at the end. It’s one of the most tragic movies I’ve ever watched and is truly heartbreaking and scary at the same time.

I was in the orphanage in New Orleans until I was almost a year old. I don’t think I ever got held by my mama, so that was completely and utterly traumatic. I think it was trauma from the first breath, and I think I’ve spent my whole life trying to heal from that trauma. So it shaped my brain.

The earth is a great big orphanage for most animals.

To see change in your own area code is very powerful. There’s a little orphanage down the street from my company, and we donate $1 from the sale of each CD we sell to the orphanage.

I ended up in Broadmeadows orphanage – I don’t know how that happened – whether she gave me up for adoption or the church was responsible. Whatever happened, she was a single mum.

Can anyone seriously imagine a society without stable families? Maybe we should raise all the kids in state orphanages.

I have an idea I want to test, for combining old peoples’ homes and orphanages. Old people are lonely without children, children are lonely without parents. Why not bring them together?

Growing up in a very poor orphanage in Ukraine, there wasn’t much food.

From orphanages to space colonies, it was all shallow but endearingly enthusiastic futurism. Gingrich was the kind of person who read a book or two on something and would then be quite afire as to how this was going to fit into some shining future.

My father was the orphaned son of immigrants to the United States from Ireland. My father never knew his parents. His mother died – we’re not sure – either at or shortly after his birth, and he and all of his siblings were placed in orphanages in the Boston area.

My father was brought up in an orphanage in the Catskills. He was a factory worker. And because his family wasn’t there for him, family was everything. We could disagree inside the house, but outside the house it was us against the world. So when I became a drag actor, he looked sideways but said okay.

It was honestly like ‘Annie.’ One day I was alone in a cold, dark Eastern European orphanage, and then the next day I was in an enchanted, mystical land known as Walmart.

The first real unhappiness I remember to have felt was when some one told me, one day, that I did not love God. I insisted, almost tearfully, that I did; but I was told that if I did truly love Him I should always be good. I knew I was not that, and the feeling of sudden orphanage came over me like a bewildering cloud.

With all the chaos, pain and suffering in the world, the fact that my adoption of a child from who was living in an orphanage, you know, was the number one story for a week in the world. To me, that says more about our inability to focus on the real problems.

At twelve I looked like a girl of seventeen. My body was developed and shapely. I still wore the blue dress and the blouse the orphanage provided. They made me look like an overgrown lummox.

I ended up in Broadmeadows orphanage – I don’t know how that happened – whether she gave me up for adoption or the church was responsible. Whatever happened, she was a single mum.

The first real unhappiness I remember to have felt was when some one told me, one day, that I did not love God. I insisted, almost tearfully, that I did; but I was told that if I did truly love Him I should always be good. I knew I was not that, and the feeling of sudden orphanage came over me like a bewildering cloud.

I was drawn to medicine because I’m fond of serving. In college, we go to the orphanage every week, see patients first-hand.

I went to an Orthodox Jewish children’s home that became an orphanage.

My father was raised in an orphanage, and my mother was an immigrant from Poland whose first childhood memory was of hunger. Somehow, despite all of that, I am called a member of the ‘elite.’ If so, I damned well earned it.

From orphanages to space colonies, it was all shallow but endearingly enthusiastic futurism. Gingrich was the kind of person who read a book or two on something and would then be quite afire as to how this was going to fit into some shining future.