Quotes About Childhood

You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am NOT a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps... that is what they were sent for... I suppose there MIGHT be good in things, even if we don't see it.

People never like me and I never like people,' she thought. 'And I never can talk as the other children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.

If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused she would perhaps have laughed at Martha's readiness to talk, but Mary only listened to her coldly and wondered at her freedom of manner.

Mother says as th' two worst things as can happen to a child is never have his own way-- or always to have it. She doesn't know which is th' worst.

The same day, he took Sara out and bought her a great many beautiful clothes—clothes so grand and rich that only a very young and inexperienced man would have bought them for a mite of a child who was to be brought up in a boarding-school. But the fact was that he was a rash, innocent young man, and very sad at the thought of parting with his little girl, who was all he had left to remind him of her beautiful mother, whom he had dearly loved.

So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.

She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl.

Lottie had always found, while in her own nursery at home, kicking and screaming would always be quieted by any means she insisted upon. Poor plump Miss. Amelia was trying first one method, then another. Poor darling! she said one moment; I know you haven't any mamma, poor- Then in quite another tone: If you don't stop, Lottie, I will shake you. Poor little angel! There-there! You wicked, bad, detestable child, I will smack you! I will!

To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience.

And they began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together.

Sara went to it and sat down. She was a queer child, as I have said before, and quite unlike other children. She seldom cried. She did not cry now. She laid her doll, Emily, across her knees, and put her face down upon her, and her arms around her, and sat there, her little black head resting on the black crape, not saying one word, not making one sound.

M? tôi v?n b?o có hai Ä'i?u t?i t? có th? ??n vá»›i má»™t ??a tr?, Ä'ó là không bao gi? ???c làm theo Ä'i?u mình mu?n, ho?c là luôn luôn ???c làm v?y.

by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.

You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am NOT a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps—wrinkling her forehead wisely—that is what they were sent for. I don't see any good in them, said Ermengarde stoutly. Neither do I—to speak the truth, admitted Sara, frankly. But I suppose there MIGHT be good in things, even if we don't see it.

am one of the ugliest children I ever saw. She is beginning

Tom's Cabin, and she spent many hours acting out

He is plain-looking, miss, ain't he?" said Becky. "He looks like a very ugly baby," laughed Sara. "I beg your pardon, monkey; but I'm glad you are not a baby. Your mother couldn't be proud of you, and no one would dare to say you looked like any of your relations.

Las dos peores cosas que le pueden suceder a un niño es no salirse nunca con al suya, o salirse siempre con ella. Susan Sowerby

Frances Hodgson Burnett

To hear this pretty childish voice speaking his own language so simply and charmingly made him feel almost as if he were in his native land - which on dark, foggy days in London sometimes seemed worlds away.

Da quando sono nato, non ho mai preso un raffreddore. Sono sempre stato in giro per la brughiera con ogni tempo, come i conigli. La mamma dice che ho respirato troppa aria fresca, in dodici anni, per poter prendere il raffreddore. Sono robusto come il nodo di un ramo di biancospino.

If you are four you are four

She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.

One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah. "Why did you