Quotes About Childhood

Abby had known Orrin since they were five, but she had fallen in love with him three months earlier, toward the end of second grade.

This is beautiful," said Gabbie, looking at the tea party and trying to sound grown-up. "It is too, too diveen," added Myriah. Mary Anne giggled. She and the girls drank their tiny cups of punch and ate their cookies. Then they drank the bears' and the dolls' punch and ate some of their cookies, too. "Did you like the party?" Mary Anne asked Gabbie when it was over. Gabbie nodded. "I loved it. It was too, too diveen.

The moment we catch sight of the stream of causes that precede their conscious decisions, reaching back into childhood and beyond, their culpability begins to disappear.

Well, let's make it simpler. Let's say we found a culture on an island somewhere that was removing the eyeballs of every third child. Would you then agree that we had found a culture that was not perfectly maximizing human well-being?

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You really don't understand what it's like to have bad parents, do you?

Cuando eres niño, no cuestionas las respuestas. Las grabas de una en una. Las guardas hasta la adolescencia. Y es entonces cuando las cuestionas todas de golpe

There are things I want to remember about Cameron Quick that I can't entirely, like the pajamas he wore when he used to sleep over, and his favorite cereal, or how it felt to hold his hand as we walked home from school in third grade. I want to remember exactly how we became friends in the first place, a definite starting line that I can visit again and again. He's a story I want to know from page one.

Right now I would love to have a personal message from God. I want to believe the way I used to, when my dad or mom or sometimes both of them would pray with me at night and I would picture God listening, kind-eyed and bearded. He was real to me, as real as my own parents. I don't know when God stopped being someone I saw as my true friend, and turned into something I'm mostly confused about.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

You're always a kid around your parents… Unless they're acting like children. Then you don't get the chance.

I'd just never really taken the time to picture it. It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-Mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

it was hard to be a mother when you had never been mothered yourself. Your children's needs remind you of your needs. Their pain reminds you of your pain. All of it reminds you of how bad it felt, how hard it was, how much you wanted and needed and didn't get. It's very hard.

And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all of my self and worries inside a bathtub, I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me. There was no secret I did not tell him, there was no moment we did not share. We didn't grow up, we grew in: like ivy wrapping, molding each other into perfect yins and yangs.

Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.

Play itself is a primary process, not a luxury, not a hobby, but something all children must do to survive into adulthood.

The whole reason I wanted to take Owen to Disney World is that I fear that someday he's going to look through his childhood photo album and wonder why all his vacations with his aunt took place at places like the McKinley Memorial and Wounded Knee. And yet here we are. Powell's cemetery was just too close to Cinderella's Castle for me to pass up.

If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin. -So B. It

True. All too true. I have never been at home in life. All my decay has taken place upon a child.

Genius must be the recovery of the powers of childhood by an act of the creative

Depressives cannot surrender childhood--not even the pains of childhood.

Be sure to lie to your kids about the benevolent, all-seeing Santa Claus. It will prepare them for an adulthood of believing in God.

To wisdom's final fruit, profoundly true: Of freedom and of life he only is deserving Who every cay must conquer them anew. Thus here, by danger girt, the active day Of childhood, manhood, age will pass away.

To wisdom's final fruit, profoundly true: Of freedom and of life he only is deserving Who every day must conquer them anew. Thus here, by danger girt, the active day Of childhood, manhood, age will pass away.