Quotes About Childhood

Choices were so easy when I was a child. Good guy versus bad guy, and the good guys always won. But I'm no longer a child.

What more could I wish for in this magic world of my childhood, encircled by a love and warmth that reached out from within, strong enough to melt the icy snow and sustain me down all the years of my memory?

I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

children who are blessed with happy childhoods almost never grow up to become famous writers.

It's my belief that animals can help a human being travel to the wounds of childhood. The best part is, once you go there, you can fix things. Get on with life.

Over the ten years since she'd been born, the trees of Briary Swamp, West Virginia, had peered through May's window night after night. They had watched over her thoughtful brown eyes, the imaginative crook of her head, the strong character of her knobby knees. The trees had laughed at the jokes May told her cat. Their leaves had whispered over her wild inventions, her colorful stories, her drawings.

Somehow as children he and Tiger Lily had been shuttled together - both misfits or, as I liked to think of them, strange exotic birds, one too fierce to be hemmed in as a girl, and the other too hesitant to be respected as a boy.

As a child, Leeda Cawley-Smith had had a natural attachment to animals, and they had had a natural attachment to her---cats and dogs were constantly following her home and even squirrels let her get close enough to feed them nuts.

But I should not have to explain to you how important it is for science and simplicity to coexist. One must not fear to be a little child again, when times of wonder are at hand.

Would it help if I said I was very drunk? Brachio shook his head. - We all were. -Shitty childhood? -Mummy used to leave me in a cupboard. -Shitty adulthood? -Whose isn't?

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

The child inside Julia lay wide-eyed in the dark, knowing that she was Jo, but only because Sylvie was Beth.

the stack of her seven favorite novels that she's been curating since childhood,

Sylvie reached out for the notebook. Like him, she'd grown up going to confession in church. Entering the dark booth and lowering herself to the kneeler. Confessing her sins to the screen that separated her from the priest. William thought of that sacrament now and felt bad for all the children who were forced to divide their ordinary lives into sins and not-sins so they would have something to say to a cassocked stranger.

When Sylvie was a child, she'd watched in amazement when friends, upset about a bad day at school or a slight from a boy they had a crush on, burst into tears at the sight of their mother. Their mother was their safe space, and so, with her, they felt every iota of their feelings.

Bill supposed that for every child there was a defining age, a fixed reference point in relation to which his parents would always view him; whereas the child's own truest self would always be the present one.

I am the granddaughter of a Welsh coal miner who was determined that his kids get out of the mines. My dad got his first job when he was six years old, in a little village in Wales called Nantyffyllon, cleaning bottles at the Colliers Arms.

he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

Jesus loves me—this I know,For the Bible tells me so.

When you're a child, no matter if you're doing show business or sports or school or anything, you just want to make the adults happy.

I was a mimic when I was a child. I mimicked the teacher and made friends that way, actually. That was a very subversive activity, because I was a goody-goody who never got in trouble. But if I went off in the corner and mimicked the teacher, people loved it.

When we read with a child, we are doing so much more than teaching him to read or instilling in her a love of language. We are doing something that I believe is just as powerful, and it is something that we are losing as a culture: by reading with a child, we are teaching that child to be human. When we open a book, and share our voice and imagination with a child, that child learns to see the world through someone else's eyes.

Llama llama red pajama hollers loudly for his mama

De Leidsche Courant biedt de helpende hand." (Pg13) "De golven rollen zo dat ze over de kop slaan" (pg 19) "Die blijven altijd kind, ze kunnen niet volwassen worden." (Pg 42)