Quotes About Childhood

Many children do not feel love for their parents either. After they have been damaged in their early years, they tend to have a self-centered, exploitive interest but no real feeling for their parents as people. Because their original affectionate feeling toward their parents was rejected, they become withholding and inward.

When children imagine themselves as one with their parent to protect against the feelings of hurt, pain, and rejection from that parent, they also incorporate the parental attitudes and behaviors that are causing them distress. In this manifestation of the fantasy bond, children parent themselves in the same destructive ways their parents did.

That is why in adult life, people generally tend to relive rather than live, that is, to repeat the patterns of the past and defend the primary fantasy in the defiance, and avoid the real gamble or real adventure of taking a chance on something new. They are afraid that if they really cry out, if they really ask, if they really scream for help, that it won't come, and they'll be in the same panicky frightened state they were in when they were little.

Psychological defenses that protected people from suffering emotional pain and anxiety when they were children later play destructive limiting roles in their adult lives. An individual's defense system acts to keep him or her insulated, mechanical, and removed from the deepest personal experiences.

the tension introduced by covering up the absence of love further injures the child. Because they cannot bear to know that they are rejecting of their children, many parents systematically cut off the children's opportunity to develop and cure themselves of their pain.

Sadly, without some form of therapy or intervention, individuals like Denise often don't make the connection between their childhood trauma and their adult-life sexual problems. Due to this lack of understanding and association, many of these folks think of themselves as

Children with harsh fathers accept much of what is thrown their way as normal because they don't have a frame of reference for anything else, and this twisted template unfortunately becomes the basis for their picture of the heavenly Father.

Sad and sweet and wise Here a child reposes Dust is on his eyes, Quietly he lies - Satan, strew Roses.

The idea here is that childhood lies are not just a phase of harmless delinquency we pass smoothly through, but the first in a series of test runs for self-serving dishonesty. Through positive reinforcement (for undetected and fruitful lies) and negative reinforcement (for lies that peers uncover, or through the reprimand of kin) we learn what we can and can't get away with, and what our kin do and don't consider judicious deceit.

Experts tell us that 90% of all brain development occurs by the age of five. If we don't begin thinking about education in the early years, our children are at risk of falling behind by the time they start Kindergarten.

My father was a farmer and my mother was a farmer, but, my childhood was very good. I am very grateful for my childhood, because it was full of gladness and good humanity.

Probably all of us, writers and readers alike, set out into exile, or at least into a certain kind of exile, when we leave childhood behind...The immigrant, the nomad, the traveler, the sleepwalker all exist, but not the exile, since every writer becomes an exile simply by venturing into literature, and every reader becomes an exile simply by opening a book.

a veces tenía salidas de este tipo, quiero decir que a veces parecía un niño malcriado, pero yo todo se lo perdonaba, todo lo que él hacía me parecía bien.

The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children.

Il prato sente una stanchezza felice, – disse il bambino, con il tono di chi rivela un segreto, – come quando si corre molto nel gioco.

A happy childhood has spoiled many a promising life.

Remember with your heart. Go back, go back and go back. The skies of this world were always meant to have dragons. When they are not here, humans miss them. Some never think of them, of course. But some children, from the time they are small, they look up at the blue summer sky and watch for something that never comes. Because they know. Something that was supposed to be there faded and vanished. Something that we must bring back, you and I.

There was a danger in asking too much of a child, but the danger of asking too little was almost equal.

Keeping a child from harm is not the same as rearing one.

Sometimes, when one goes back to the scene of one's childhood, things seem smaller. What was mysterious and the sole province of adults suddenly seems commonplace and mundane when viewed with mature eyes.

When I was little, I used to think that the sky at night was a big, black blanket that separated heaven from earth, and the stars were a whole bunch of little pin holes that the angels poked in the blanket so they could look down on us.

their childhoods. How ridiculous to think there was some

I was not brought up to know the Earth in intimate detail. No one I can remember from my childhood ever suggested that the land I lived on and was surrounded by contained anything important to me. My sense of kinship was connected to my house, my bedroom (my one almost personal space), my family, and my friends. I had no conscious sense of connection to the wild; the closest I came was that I deeply loved the trees in our small suburban backyard.

Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion---until we teach them not to.