Quotes About Upbringing

I grew up on a plantation in Alabama in a small town outside of Montgomery.

I grew up in a small town in Iowa, town of about 500 people.

I grew up in a small town, like most Canadians.

I grew up in a nice neighborhood in Greensboro, N.C., which is not too big, but definitely not a small town.

I grew up in a small town and never went to a Black school.

I grew up in Matsue, in Shimane prefecture, which is one of the smallest cities in Japan.

It's a funny thing about being raised Catholic and then going to Catholic schools with nuns - the cliche about the mean nun was not what I had at all. They were very, very smart, devoted individuals.

I grew up on a farm - I know the smell of horse manure. It does smell better than pig manure.

There is something about growing up in the Midwest that gives a different kind of sensibility. But if I'm feeling insecure, the smiles and politeness get upped a notch, and maybe that isn't totally reflective of how I'm feeling on the inside.

Mennonites are very conservative. They don't drink, dance, smoke, go to movies. I grew up in a very conservative faith-based community.

My father was a first reader in the Christian Science Church, which is similar to being a preacher. There was no drinking, smoking or cursing.

I was always going to church with my mom, dad and sister. I was literally raised under the godly influence both at home and church. There was no alcohol and no smoking at our house. That was the way a Bowden was supposed to live. My dad always told me to represent the Bowden name in a respectful manner.

I don't snack a lot, because I didn't grow up snacking.

I have been blessed to be born and brought up in Uttarakhand, in the midst of all that snow, plus pure and divine environment.

So many people ask, 'How could you forgive your mother for the way you were raised?' It's really not forgiveness, in my opinion. It's acceptance. She's never going to be the sort of mother who wants to take care of me.

Practically everyone I know now is from a middle- or upper-middle-class background, and I no longer have the huge chip on my shoulder that I carried around for so many years. I'm not sure it comes out much in the work, but coming from this kind of background is absolutely central to my identity, to my sense of who I am.

I don't know if it's the way I've been brought up or if it's because I spend so much time away that I appreciate being at home so much.

I talk about race and culture, and that's what my fans respond to. If you grew up in an environment where race and culture were never an issue for you, or where you don't see the humor in our so-called differences, then you might not respond to what I'm doing.

I know nothing about education except this: that the greatest and the most important difficulty known to human learning seems to lie in that area which treats how to bring up children and how to educate them.

Våre forfedre oppdro sine døtre til å oppføre seg bluferdig og fryktsomt (følelsene og driftene var de samme), vi oppdrar dem til selvsikkerhet - vi forstår oss ikke på det i det hele tatt. Det passer for de sarmatiske kvinnene som ikke har lov til å ligge med en mann før de egenhendig har drept en annen mann i krig.

You don't need to blame your parents for teaching you to be like them. What else could they teach you but what they know? They did the best they could, and if they abused you, it was due to their own domestication, their own fears, their own beliefs. They had no control over the programming they received, so they couldn't have behaved any differently.

When our parents are constantly fighting, when there is disharmony, disrespect, and lies, we learn the emotional way of being like them. Even if they tell us not to be that way

No culpes a tus padres por enseñarte a ser como ellos. ¿Qué otra cosa podían enseñarte sino lo que sabían? Lo hicieron lo mejor que supieron, y si te maltrataron, fue debido a su propia domesticación, a sus propios miedos y a sus propias creencias. No tenían ningún control sobre la programación que ellos mismos recibieron, de modo que no podían actuar de otra forma.

It is a tragicomic fact that our proper upbringing has become an ally of the secret police. (...) The Tell the truth! imperative drummed into us so automatically that we feel ashamed of lying even to a secret policeman.