Quotes About Childhood

Instead of turning away from them (war conditions) in instinctive horror, as people seem to expect, the child may turn towards them with primitive excitement. The real danger is not that the child, caught up all innocently in the whirlpool of war, will be shocked into illness. The danger lies in the fact that the destruction ranging in the outer world may meet the very real aggressiveness ranging in the inside of the child

Je peux pas faire reset. Je ne peux pas. Mon enfance, c'est un poison que j'ai dans le sang et y a que quand je serai morte que j'en souffrirai plus. Mon enfance, c'est moi, et comme mon enfance ne vaut rien, moi, derrière, j'ai beau essayer de la contrecarrer de toutes mes forces, je ne fais jamais le poids.

A Path in the Woods from a New Name" I don't trust the truth of memories because what leaves us departs forever There's only one current of this sacred river but I still want to remain faithful to my first astonishments to recognize as wisdom the child's wonder and to carry in myself until the end a path in the woods of my childhood dappled with patches of sunlight

When everything's said and done, unfortunately, we find ourselves in the position of children whose parents have gone to the theatre, leaving them alone in the dark house. Yes, we are forced, if we are honest, to make the saddest of all admissions when it comes to the last resort: Alas, we do not understand these things.

When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

Sometimes, when we look back on a great day as a kid, I wonder was it really as perfect as that, or have I just made it that way in my head . . .

Families with nothing would sometimes sell their toddlers to indenture schools, where managers trained them to be submissive just like they were programming a bot. At least bots could earn their way out of ownership after a while, be upgraded, and go fully autonomous. Humans might earn their way out, but there was no autonomy key that could undo a childhood like that.

Since then, many have tried to describe what it feels like to endure the disintegration of one's entire civilization, to watch the buildings and landscapes of one's childhood collapse, to understand that the moral world of one's parents and teachers no longer exists and that one's respected national leaders have failed.

These days Geryon was experiencing a pain not felt since childhood. His wings were struggling. They tore against each other on his shoulders like the little mindless red animals they were.

As in childhood we live sweeping close to the sky and now, what dawn is this.

let's do something cheerful all your designs are about captivity, it depresses me. Geryon watched the top of Herakles' head and felt his limits returning. Nothing to say. He looked at this fact in mild surprise. Once in childhood his ice cream had been eaten by a dog. Just an empty con in a small dramatic red fist. Herakles stood up. No? Let's go then. On the way home they tried "Joy To The World" but were too tired. It seemed a long drive.

I spent much of my childhood staring straight ahead at the hood of a car and America unrolling to the horizon. Father drove with eyes on the road. Stop the tape and look at these people, one young and one old. Like two stars hung in a deep wind in space, who appear motionless as they hurtle toward each other at 186,213 miles per second in a silence that cracks a wall.

Gyermekként úgy élünk, szinte az eget súroljuk, de most miféle virradat ez.

There were girls at school whose families grew to a robust five or six. There were girls with seven or eight-which was thought a little enthusiastic - and then there were the pathetic ones like me, who had parents that were just helpless to it, and bred as naturally as they might shit.

They are surprisingly tall--eight-year-olds. They are surprisingly like real people. Of course your own babies are always real to you, they are all there from the word go, but even strangers' children look like proper people by the aged of eight...

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In every childhood there is a door that closes. Only real love waits while we journey through our grief. That is the real trustworthiness between people. In all the epics, in all the stories that have lasted through many lifetimes, it is always the same truth: love must wait for wounds to heal. It is this waiting we must do for each other, not with a sense of mercy, or in judgment, but as if forgiveness were a rendezvous. How many are willing to wait for another in this way?

The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her.

The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.

We have nothing to fear but our mothers.

What? You don't want any boiled beef tongue? Ha-ha. Eat the fucking tongue. We are the parents, they said, and you are the child.

Nancy thought Bean was a pain and a pest. Bean thought Nancy was a booger-head.

Annie Barrows

Cand eram copil, pentru mine, luxul insemna mantouri de blana, rochii lungi si vile pe malul marii. Mai tarziu, am crezut ca inseamna sa duci o viata de intelectual. Acum mi se pare ca inseamna si sa poti trai o pasiune pentru un barbat sau o femeie.