Quotes About Childhood

He cried. Like a child, when he hadn't even cried as a child, not even when his mom had left. Who would comfort him? Who would care?

Are you the child of divorce, Tino? Did anybody you know die? Did you ever, once, not have enough to eat?" "No, sir," Tino said, shamed.

But he didn't have any toys," she said softly.

For a moment—a lovely moment—Cassidy wasn't just a party to the Christmas fantasy of his childhood, he was the center of it, an active participant, not an observer hiding in the shadows.

The little girl in her lap took a drink of mom's soda and pushed a mop of the brightest red hair out of her face. "I don't wanna be a knight. I wanna be a princess!

A happy mother, who had once swung her brown-haired, brown-eyed son in a playful arc while he screamed "Again, again, again!

He's… he's the reason I didn't get a bike when I was eleven, so I could have a Sammy now.

I was always a drama queen. I remember playing in the kitchen, trying to get my mom to think I was dead and call the police. When she didn't, I would cry. I was always theatrical. I don't think any of my relatives are surprised.

It had survived a fire that burned most of the city when Fleurette was a little girl, and traces of black soot were still lodged in the crevices of its scrollwork, giving it the appearance of a building that had been drawn in artist's charcoal.

I loved fairy tales when I was a kid. Grimm. The grimmer the better. I loved gruesome gothic tales and, in that respect, I liked Bible stories, because to me they were very gothic.

and I'm sure I was not the only child who thought "Harold" was God's name and that we prayed not to be led into Penn Station.

Here I am now, this green drinking glass before me, my heart heavy. Can it be that life begins with scenes like this? Can it be that we live out complete lives as children, drinking down our lives in one go, only to repeat ourselves stupidly, blindly, meaninglessly?

I was a very solitary, introverted child who got punished by being sent to a dark room quite frequently. But you cannot imagine how much I enjoyed myself in that room, and how I would look forward to being punished, because it was there that I discovered the light of darkness.

Sarà vero che da bambini viviamo la vita tutt'intera, d'un sorso, per poi ripeterci stupidamente, ciecamente, senza alcun senso?

Poco después, llegó el día de la Primera Comunión. Fue un día muy agitado. Me vistieron de blanco, con un velo también blanco. Me habían dicho que tenía que pedir por todo el mundo, pero nadie me decía qué es lo que tenía que pedir para todo el mundo. Así que pedí para mí, y pedí un caballo vivo. Nunca me lo trajeron.

I still feel like a kid sometimes myself so hard to believe that I'm a mom. Now I'm an adult! It only took 38 years!

Each child's story is worthy of telling. There shouldn't be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.

You recently read me a quote by Faulkner: "The past isn't dead, it's not even past." So much of our adult lives is influenced by what happened to us as children. It is all still there, the memories, the feelings, and fears, stored just beneath the surface in the hidden crannies of our cortex.

From the time we were little, you treated us as if our ideas mattered. You and Daddy encouraged us to form our own opinions, and listened when we expressed them. We were not just children in your eyes; we were people who deserved respect. That was a powerful lesson.

The mind which plunges into Surrealism, relives with burning excitement the best part of childhood.

speaking of Ann Radcliffe) A work of art worthy of the name is one which gives us back the freshness of the emotions of childhood.

Çok güzel anlar hüzünlüdür her zaman. Geçici olduklar?n? duyar insan, durdurmak ister, bir ?ey gelmez elinden. Çocukken hep sirkte duyard?m bunu, daha sonra da konserde, çok mutlu oldu?um zaman. "?ki saate kadar bitecek," derdim içimden.

Almost all great writers have as their motif, more or less disguised, the passage from childhood to maturity, the clash between the thrill of expectation and the disillusioning knowledge of truth. 'Lost Illusion' is the undisclosed title of every novel.

I'm sure most of us remember being a kid and you have all of this endless time where two weeks before Christmas feels like ten years. I used to go to bed to try and go to sleep to try and make it go faster.