Quotes About Childhood

When kids make gross face, parents say, "One day your face is going to stick like that." I'm afraid that one day my panic's going to stick and it's going to be my entire life, every second, and there will be nothing else.

I firmly believe that the same thing would happen in nine families out of ten if the parents were merely to remember how they felt when they were young, and actually to behave towards their children as they would have had their own parents behave towards themselves. But this, which would appear to be so simple and obvious, seems also to be a thing which not one in a hundred thousand is able to put in practice.

A man at five and thirty should no more regret not having had a happier childhood than he should regret not having been born a prince of the blood.

He had a good healthy sense of meum, and as little of tuum as he could help. Brought up much in the open air in one of the best situated and healthiest villages in England, his little limbs had fair play, and in those days children's brains were not overtasked as they now are; perhaps it was for this very reason that the boy showed an avidity to learn. At seven or eight years old he could read, write and sum better than any other boy of his age in the village. My

Golf is a game in which you claim the privileges of age, and retain the playthings of childhood.

I kind of realize that I have a tendency to choose the kind of films I watched when I was a kid and would go home and pretend with my friends that we were in those movies after we saw them.

People probably do hear watches go tic-tok. But I'm sure my childhood clock went tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic…Why

As a child is indulged or checked in its early follies, a ground is generally laid for the happiness or misery of the future man.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,When fond recollection presents them to view!

I was a brownie for a day. My mom made me stop. She didn't want me to conform.

What Tomi liked best was school, which had opened late in the fall of 1942.

When is the proper time for a child to start walking?" Korczak asks in these pages. "When she does. When should her teeth start cutting? When they do. How many hours should a baby sleep? As long as she needs to.

Todavía hoy, en mis pesadillas, vuelvo a la niñez y compruebo que ese período de dolor no ha terminado. Es una herida que crece y se abre con el tiempo.

When I was 7, I came up with the idea of 'charm socks.' My mom would take me to buy bags of plastic charms, we would sew them on frilly white socks, and I sold them at school.

Young children bump heads and sprain limbs and weep over lost toys, but the heartbreak of a grown child draws blood.

Yeah, I started when I was 6 years old. My brother and sister would get all of these presents at Christmas time from the cast and crew of their show and I was jealous. So I decided that I had to become an actor.

Once Upon a time,' the stories would begin ... no particular time, fictional time, fairy-story time. This is a doorway; if you are lucky, you go through it as a child, aurally, before you can read, and if you are very lucky, you become a free citizen of an ancient republic and can come and go as you please.

SPENCER: Hide and seek was my favorite game with Melissa. You want to know why? I always won.

Aria was younger and afraid to go to sleep because she thought a giant eel lived in her closet.

I'm in my 40s and I'm constantly surprised by how much my childhood still plays a part in my life.

It's not until you're older that you realise how important the things that happened to you when you were a kid are. Even things you only half remember.

The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child – coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered.

Only In Sleep Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten -- What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild -- Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?

Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten– What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth around faces, I met their eyes and found them mild– Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I, too, a child?