Quotes About Childhood

Speaking, I wished to eliminate both me and him, in that bed, different from the children of long ago. We had in common only the violence we had witnessed.

in reality it was much simpler. For at least ten years the God of childhood, already fairly weak, had been pushed aside like an old sick person, and I felt no need for the sanctity of marriage. The

Adults, waiting for tomorrow, move in a present behind which is yesterday or the day before yesterday or at most last week: they don't want to think about the rest. Children don't know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.

I feel no nostalgia for our childhood: it was full of violence.

L'infanzia è una fabbrica di menzogne che durano all'imperfetto

Eu não conseguia mais ser inocente, por trás dos pensamentos havia outros pensamentos, a infância tinha terminado. Eu me esforçava, mas a infância fugia, as lágrimas que eu sentia o tempo todo nos olhos eram o oposto de uma prova de inocência.

Pozorovala jsem, naslouchala a vyklánÄ›la jsem se z prostoru toho, ?ím jsme se s Lilou v dÄ›tství chtÄ›ly stát a ?ím jsem se já skute?nÄ› stala.

Quem te ensinou a ler e a escrever, Cerullo?» Cerullo, pequena, de cabelos e olhos escuros e de bata, com um laço cor de rosa ao pescoço e apenas seis anos de vida, respondeu: «Eu.»

Ma verso Stefano, adesso, non manifestava nessuna esplicita aggressività. Certo, la spiegazione era semplice: avevamo visto i nostri padri picchiare le nostre madri fin dall'infanzia. Eravamo cresciute pensando che un estraneo non ci doveva nemmeno sfiorare, ma che il genitore, il fidanzato e il marito potevano prenderci a schiaffi quando volevano, per amore, per educarci, per rieducarci.

Nu am nostalgia copilariei noastre, e plina de violenta. Ni se intamplau de toate, in casa si in afara ei, in fiecare zi, dar nu-mi amintesc sa fi crezut vreodata ca viata care ni se oferise era foarte urata. Viata era asa fi gata , cresteam cu obligatia de a le-o face dificila celorlalti inainte ca ei sa ne-o faca dificila noua.

L'infanzia e' una fabbrica di menzogne che durano all'imperfetto: la mia almeno era stata cosi

I feel no nostalgia for our childhood: it was full of violence. Every sort of thing happened, at home and outside, every day, but I don't recall having ever thought that the life we had there was particularly bad. Life was like that, that's all, we grew up with the duty to make it difficult for others before they made it difficult for us.

Cómo vamos a traer a un niño a este mundo inhumano?... En un mundo absurdo, inhumano y cruel... traer a un hijo era equivalente a cometer un infanticidio.

D]amit das Kind den Weg durch Intrigen auch findet, schlägt sie an jeder Ecke Wegweiser in den Boden und Erika gleich mit, wenn diese nicht üben will.

when paula asks one of the women, what she would like, then she would like something for the whole family, for example, a car, in which then the whole family sits, and in which the mother is forever waiting to get a chance to smack the child's fingers, to be able to justify her own presence.

Adults find pleasure in deceiving a child. They consider it necessary, but they also enjoy it. The children very quickly figure it out and then practice deception themselves.

I began to intuit dimly why people drank when they went dancing, and it occurred to me that maybe the reason preschool had felt the way it had was that one had had to go through the whole thing sober.

That had been the worst part of childhood: people telling you how lucky you were to live in a carefree time with no responsibilities

In my heart I didn't see the need for a backpack. Wouldn't I be better off with a suitcase? Especially now that suitcases all had wheels. People never even talked about that anymore, and acted as if it had always been that way. Yet, all through my childhood, everyone had been yelling, "You'll hurt your back!" and wrenching suitcases out of each other's hands, in an effort to personally be the one who hurt their back.

Svetlana said that when she was in the first grade, kids would torture each other in the playground by asking, "Who do you love more, Comrade Tito or your own mother?

began to intuit dimly why people drank when they went dancing, and it occurred to me that maybe the reason preschool had felt the way it had was that one had had to go through the whole thing sober.

In America, childhood was a time to play and be innocent, to not have to make money or do anything that counted for anything.

Okay. Now, don't let any of this lower your mirth index. Think of Tamerlane." My grandfather used to comfort my mother, during her childhood, by reminding her that they might have been related to Tamerlane. "Okay," I said, though I had never seen how Tamerlane helped anything. "Remember, you have the best heart and mind, and whatever you do is right. Bye-bye, my sweet. Don't forget the fruit group.

The problem with growing up in a cafe was the cafe never closed, my parents worked every day of the year from morning to night. So it was a big menagerie of kids, business and cooking!