Quotes About Childhood

Every Sunday when I was little," Gus said. "My parents insisted I pray for forgiveness for all the things you talked me into doing. But this isn't from the Bible. It's from Vampire Tales number two." "That would be one of your lesser-known holy books.

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

When I was in fifth grade, the class celebrated Valentines's Day by sending valentines to as many people as we wanted. If you were sweet on a girl, you would send one to her. You might send one to a friend on the football team telling him it was nice to be on the same team. I sent six valentines to myself so I would not be humiliated by receiving no valentines. Those were the only six valentines I received.

The thread that has run through my life is loneliness. Even as a child I was never part of a group. I don't know why. It was not by choice. Maybe because I was Jewish in a predominantly non-Jewish school. But I was fighting all the time. I had very few friends.

The Steinbeck house was full of books, and as John's sister Beth recalled, "The choice was ours." Some years later Steinbeck reckoned that the books he immersed himself in as a boy were "realer than experience." He didn't remember them as books, but as "something that happened to me.

The most influential of all educational factors is the conversation in a child's home.

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy

than anyone in the country." I didn't care how many deals Grandpa cooked up. He was still the best grandpa in the whole wide world. "What have you got?" I asked. "Come over to the store," he said, "and I'll show you." On our way over, I heard him mutter, "I hope this doesn't turn out like the ghost-coon hunt." On

I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.

When I was a little boy, I wanted a dog desperately, and we had no money. My parents got me an ant. I called it "Spot." Coming home late one night, Sheldon Finklestein tried to bully me. Spot was with me; I said "Kill!" and Sheldon stepped on my dog.

When my ma went off a old woman called Aunt Emmaline kep' me. (She kep' all de orphunt chillun an' dem who's mammas had been sent off to de breedin' quarters. When dem women had chillun dey brung 'em an' let somebody lak Aunt Emmaline raise em.)

I live next to the Baptist church, where I'm told that I'm "everything that is nothing." I'm told that I'm bad. I'm terrible. I'm a sinner. I'm a real loser. In other words, I'm doomed before I even get to the third grade.

If you'd asked me at age eight to describe God, I would have said that He was 100 feet tall and had long white hair and a gray robe. He was looking down only at me, and His book was always open so He could keep score. As a result of what He saw with me, God was frowning.

A vida toda eu tivera vontade de que ela (mãe) me abraçasse. Quando eu era criança, ela não me abraçou nem beijou uma única vez.

You're convinced everything would be fine if we lived together. If only we could. But you live in a world I don't recognize. What a halcyon glow our childhood must have for you.

Ribbon, bell, emerald, stamp. The words that came from my mother's mouth thrilled me, like the names of little girls from distant countries or new species of plants. As I listened to her talk, it made me happy to imagine a time when all these things had a place here on the island.

It's true, I know, that there are more gaps in the island than there used to be. When I was a child, the whole place seemed…how can I put this?…a lot fuller, a lot more real. But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance. And even when that balance begins to collapse, something remains. Which is why you shouldn't worry.

It's true, I know, that there are more gaps in the island than there used to be. When I was a child, the whole place seemed…how can I put this?…a lot fuller, a lot more real. But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance. And even when that balance begins to collapse, something remains. Which is why you shouldn't worry." He

Writing isn't particularly different from hibernation. Perhaps I made a drowsy impression, but in the bear's den of my brain, I was giving birth to my own childhood and secretly attending to its upbringing.

As children, we played hide and seek with one another, as adults with ourselves.