Quotes About Childhood

I'll be remembered as the crazy babysitter who drew all over the walls, the one who believed Teddy's imaginary friend was real.

I was raised not to be afraid to show emotion or imagination.

I've been graded, rated, and ranked. Coached, screened, and scored. I've been picked first, picked last, and not picked at all. And that was just kindergarten.

Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.

When I was a small boy in Kansas, a friend of mine and I went fishing. I told him I wanted to be a real Major League baseball player, a genuine professional like Honus Wagner. My friend said that he'd like to be President of the United States. Neither of us got our wish.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

annie died the other day never was there such a lay-- whom,among her dollies,dad first(don't tell your mother)had

Days of Innocence 1 who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)

I have such faith in words that when I read about such families as a child, I thought that they were the norm and that the way I lived was subnormal, waiting for normal.

the secret histories of things deserve to linger, to belong again to the coil of your hair I found once as a child, dried out by shadows, in a shut-tight wooden box

As long as you are unable to access the power of the Now, every emotional pain that you experience leaves behind a residue of pain that lives on in you. It merges with the pain from the past, which was already there, and becomes lodged in your mind and body. This, of course, includes the pain you suffered as a child, caused by the unconsciousness of the world into which you were born.

nobody can go through childhood without suffering emotional pain. Even if both of your parents were enlightened, you would still find yourself growing up in a largely unconscious world.

A woman who in childhood was physically abused by her father may find that her pain-body becomes easily activated in any close relationship with a man. Alternatively, the emotion that makes up her pain-body may draw her to a man whose pain-body is similar to that of her father. Her pain-body may feel a magnetic pull to someone who it senses will give it more of the same pain. That pain is sometimes misinterpreted as falling in love.

It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized you could buy a packet of cereal with a free gift and then just stick your hand in and root around in the packet until you found the free thing. It seems a much simpler way. But that took me about fifteen years to work out.

I don't understand it either, Mom," I answered, fidgeting. Even though my old bedroom had been completely redone, it held an uncanny power to make me feel like a child again. "But you don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I promise." She made a move to rise, and I offered my arm. Getting up and down, I noticed, had recently become an effort for her. "You

cracked a grin. Evidently, I wasn't the only one with a penchant for childhood trivia. Why shouldn't I have a barbecue with him? Barton's was hardly a "date" restaurant—we'd be lucky to get a booth. Besides, he was the talkative type, and I had always suspected that my mother's news of Wharton was filtered for my benefit. A fresh perspective could prove interesting. "Okay.

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

When I grew up I would always be frank, loving and generous.

Once I accepted my extravagant mendicancy I stumbled upon the sober, intelligent little boy I had once been. This was the kid with the sweet smile and an interest in all sorts of things, the boy with brushed hair and cloudless eyes, the child so whole he could forget himself: the birthday boy.

It's fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who's hearing Cinderella for the first time.

On his childhood] You know, I would like to think that I was much more poetic and sensitive than anybody else, but I don't think it was true.

On his childhood] I'm sure mine was happier than I imagine in retrospect. I look back and think, Oh poetic me, but it simply was not true. I was out playing Kick-the-Can along with everyone else.

All through her childhood, Sarah had known what food she would eat. Friday was chicken. Wednesday lamb chops. That was the meat. Tuesdays meant fish, and Thursdays egg salad and potato latkes. Only Monday was unpredictable.

Even from those very first hours, Claire was an easy and quiet child. It was as though she already knew that she could not afford to be picky or make demands.