4436. The burnt Child dreads the Fire.

Burnt child fire dredth.

A burnt child loves the fire.

A child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth

296. The child saies nothing but what it heard by the fire.

a child is a fire to be lit, not a vase to be filled

Althalus took the child by the scruff of the neck and hauled him to the fire.
“I didn’t do anything!” the child protested in a shrill voice, struggling to get free.
“That’s probably because you’re too clumsy for this line of work."

As children we are taught not to play with fire, not how to play with fire.

His eyes burn like torches but he does not say a word. He looks at his mother with pity and clenches his small fists, thinking of Khetskel, of Shoshe, and of a way to escape. ("Shloyme")

like a mother wakened by a midnight noise to find a wall of flame at her bedside (who takes her child and runs, and more concerned for him than for herself, does not pause even to throw a wrap about her)

The child that was human civilization had opened the door to her home and glanced outside. The endless night terrified her so much that she shuddered against the expansive and profound darkness, and shut the door firmly.

To bear children into this world is like carrying wood into a burning house.

There's an old saying that a child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. I'd update it to say the child not sufficiently entertained by the village will burn it down for the spectacle.

A sensitive person gets burned, like a delicate moth.