Quotes About Childhood

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

so they went off together but where ever they go and whatever happens to themon the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest a little boy and his bear will always be playing.

Silly old Bear

Whatever his weight in pounds and ounces, he always seems bigger because of his bounces.

Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.

But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.

Childhood is not the happiest time of one's life, but only to a child is pure happiness possible.

Every one says, "Run along, There's a little darling!" If I'm a little darling, why don't they run with me?

Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun.

Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!

HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY. Pooh

There, just inside the gates, was Mary. He was only six, but even then he knew that never would he see again anything so beautiful. She was five; but there was something in her manner of holding herself and the imperious tilt of her head which made her seem almost five-and-a-half. [From John Penquarto A Tale of Literary Life in London

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself...

Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did

In Which Piglet Is Entirely Surrounded by Water 130 X In Which Christopher Robin Gives Pooh a Party, and We Say Good-bye 147

Some kids would be much better off without the added confusion of an adult point of view. It destroys the purity of their world.

The function of a child is to live his/her own life, not the life that his/her anxious parents think he/she should live, nor a life according to the purpose of the educators who thinks they knows best

No teacher has the right to cure a child of making noises on a drum. The only curing that should be practiced is the curing of unhappiness.

When we consider a child's natural interest in things, we begin to realize the dangers of both reward and punishment. Rewards and punishment tend to pressure a child into interest. But true interest is the life force of the whole personality, and such interest is completely spontaneous.

Small boys often produce their own plays; but usually the parts are not written out. They hardly need to be, for the main line of each character is always "Stick 'em up!" In these plays the curtain is always rung down on a set of corpses, for small boys are by nature through and uncompromising.

If a parent is content with a child who has had his spirit completely broken by fear, then, for such a parent, punishment succeeds.

God is a child who amuses himself, passes from laughter to tears without reason, and every day invents the world for the torment of the abstractors of its quintessence, the pedants, and the preachers who pretend to teach him his trade of creator.

Posso persino dire d'aver avuto un'infanzia felice perché non sapevo che esistessero altre infanzie.