Quotes About Childhood

Recognize that every child needs a sanctuary.

Some adults would never understand what childhood could be. The ones who had grown up happy and loved, who had never seen their parents hurt, who had most of what they needed: Those adults couldn't know.

For Sam, growing up as worried about food and rent as his mother was, angry that everyone else had more than him, childhood hadn't been easy. His school pictures were hard to look at—he could see the worry and pain in his face, the tension in his posture. It took a hard-luck kid to know

It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.

Anne Shirley, you're only pretending to be grown up. I believe when you're alone you're as much a little girl as you ever were.

There is such a place as fairyland-but only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and must be evermore exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

Katie Maurice was a little girl like myself, and I loved her dearly. I would stand before that door and prattle to Katie for hours, giving and receiving confidences. In especial, I liked to do this at twilight, when the fire had been lit and the rooms and its reflections were a glamour of light and shadow.

I think it's sorter real dastardly to break a promise you make to a child.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it.The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

The old magic was gone forever- gone with Sylvia and the Hidden Land and all the dear, sweet fading dreams of childhood.

Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on, let's say that every possibility waits

One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.

I kept trying to find a way to turn myself so that I couldn't see the telephone poles or be in the path of father's breath. I was feeling dizzy and then very sick and the father was shouting, 'WHAT THE--GO TO THE HEAD, DO IT IN THE HEAD! DON'T PUKE ON ME, CLYDE! CLYDE!' I never did finish my letter to Jesus. I tried for a while but I couldn't think of anything else to say besides, Have a Good Summer and Stay Crazy.

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.

Did Mr. Poe write as a boy? Dear me, yes. It was all he had, what with losing his mother as a toddling child and then being cast aside by his foster father. I think sometimes his pen was his only friend in the world

Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys.

for godhood and the hope for mankind, and within each of us is the original sin of laziness, the ever-present force of entropy pushing us back to childhood, to the womb and to the swamps from which we have evolved.

The feeling of being valuable—"I am a valuable person"—is essential to mental health and is a cornerstone of self-discipline. It is a direct product of parental love. Such a conviction must be gained in childhood; it is extremely difficult to acquire it during adulthood. Conversely, when children have learned through the love of their parents to feel valuable, it is almost impossible for the vicissitudes of adulthood to destroy their spirit.

Transference is that set of ways of perceiving and responding to the world which is developed in childhood and which is usually entirely appropriate to the childhood environment (indeed, often life-saving) but which is inappropriately transferred into the adult environment.

Crescuti fara iubire, copiii ajung sa creada despre sine ca nu merita sa fie iubiti. Am putea spune ca aceasta este legea generala a dezvoltarii copiilor : ori de cate ori exista un deficit major in iubirea parentala, e foarte probabil ca respectivul copil sa raspunda la acest deficit presupunand ca el este cauza deficitului si dezvoltand, prin urmare, o imagine de sine negativa nerealista.

As you shrink back inside your body, your childhood fears flicker through your mind. All the feelings you've felt in the past have been sheltering inside your flesh.

Observe now with what skill, with what art, I make the biggest transition in this book. Observe: my delirium began in the presence of Virgilia; Virigilia was the great sin of my youth; there is no youth without childhood; childhood presupposes birth; and so we arrive, effortlessly, at October 20, 1805, the date of my birth.

Não vinha. Capitu pedia-o em suas orações, eu mais de uma vez dava por mim a rezar e a pedi-lo. Já não era como em criança; agora pagava antecipadamente, como os alugueres da casa.

em idade de casar, que somos crianças, criançolas, – já ouvi dizer criançolas.