Quotes About Childhood

When I was a wee lad, Uncle Dickie sat me on his knee, and regaled me with stories about the genesis of a game that involved trying to jam a ball into a hole in the ground with a stick

After several years of hellfire sermons, I did what any reasonable ten-year-old child would do under the circumstances—I accepted Christ into my heart and began seeking to live a life that would please God.

He knew that to achieve greatness you had to be an outsider. He knew that by struggling against adverse opinion, by sometimes feeling inadequate, you would become a stronger person, and that once you recognized your strengths you would develop a burning ambition to compensate for those feelings you had as a child, an ambition that would allow you to rise above them all.

By now I was talking to my mother, as the wounded and the dying do, I was begging for comfort, just this last once, this last time. Put your cool hand on my brow as you did when I was little and had a fever and you came in the middle of the night and tucked me in. Sometimes she would take off all of my blankets and then one by one waft them back over me; first the sheet, she'd lift it up again, and it would flutter down, so cool, so clean. How happy children can be in their beds.

and I discovered my limitations, and mainly I learned that there was a price to pay for that childhood (it turns out there's no such thing as a free starvation), and that in the meantime the world had filled up with other children who hadn't wasted all their strength on just surviving but had simply grown and opened and deepened, and that only in her innocent eyes could I still be considered worth anything.

Do you know when childhood ends?" my father once asked me after one of my rants about Nina. "Do you know when people really start to mature? When they can accept that their parents have a right to their own psychology.

How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet--on the other hand--what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt...

People tend to forget that play is serious.

Todas las opiniones y nociones de las cosas a las que hemos sido habituados desde nuestra infancia arraigan tan profundamente que es imposible para nosotros, mediante todo el poder de la razón y experiencia, desarraigarlas, y este hábito no sólo se acerca en su influencia, sino que a veces supera al que surge de la constante unión inseparable de las causas y efectos.

young Barack spent most of his time with his fit and youthful forty-five-year-old grandfather.

The Child grew, and with growth there came to Him expansion of mind, development of faculties, and progression in power and understanding. (Jesus the Christ, 111)

That opting out [of creativity] that happens in childhood … moves in and becomes more ingrained by the time you get to adult life.

She's terrified that all these sensations and images are coming out of her — but I think she's even more terrified to find out why." Carla's description was typical of survivors of chronic childhood abuse. Almost always, they deny or minimize the abusive memories. They have to: it's too painful to believe that their parents would do such a thing.

But unlike Sir Sith's other childhood dreams--dating Dame May Whitty, driving two race cars at once, being voted King of the Gypsies--this one has come true.

The heavier a mother became in pregnancy, the heavier her offspring were likely to be, both at birth and in mid-childhood, possibly accounting for several hundred thousand annual cases of obesity worldwide.

I didn't watch much TV as a kid and I don' t watch it now. I don' t find anything beautiful or unique to the medium, and the only thing you can do on TV that you can't do in film is make a continuing story - which is so cool!

I am immeasurably, unbearably happy. I am three years old. I am sixty. I am six. I am there.

The story about me, apocryphal or not, is that I could sing before I spoke. My parents went into bedroom one day and there I was standing in the crib singing God Bless America.

Live well. Sing out, sing loud, and sing often. And God bless the child that's got a song.

When trying to remember my share in the glow of the eternal present, in the smile of God, I return to my childhood, too, for that is where the most significant discoveries turn up.

When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a baseball player. This is something I think about. The more I think about it, I'm convinced that God wanted me to play baseball.

Growing up, I was obsessed with Michael Jackson. I saw him at Wembley when I was 7 years old, it was my first proper show. He was like a god to me.

All those writers who write about their own childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room with me.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.