Quotes About Childhood

My dad was good friends with the Bad Medicine Blues Band - one of the only blues bands in Fargo, as you can imagine! He took me out to see them play when I was 12 years old and I was really inspired by their guitar player, Ted Larsen.

If a child has not been taught to behave properly by the age of four, it will forever be difficult for him or her to make friends.

If a child has not been taught to behave properly by the age of four, it will forever be difficult for him or her to make friends. The research literature is quite clear on this. This matters, because peers are the primary source of socialization after the age of four.

How hard someone [a child] is hit, and why they are hit, cannot merely be ignored when speaking of hitting. Timing, part of context, is also of crucial importance.

Though trained as a behaviourist, he was powerfully drawn to psychoanalysis with its focus on dreams, archetypes, the persistence of childhood conflicts in the adult, and the role of defences and rationalization in everyday life.

A properly socialized three-year-old is polite and engaging. She's also no pushover. She evokes interest from other children and appreciation from adults. She exists in a world where other kids welcome her and compete for her attention, and where adults are happy to see her, instead of hiding behind false smiles. She will be introduced to the world by people who are pleased to do so.

If a child has not been taught to behave properly by the age of four, it will forever be difficult for him or her to make friends. The research literature is quite clear on this.

Two-year-olds, statistically speaking, are the most violent of people.

And what about the idea that hitting a child merely teaches them to hit? First: No. Wrong. Too simple. For starters, "hitting" is a very unsophisticated word to describe the disciplinary act of an effective parent. If "hitting" accurately described the entire range of physical force, then there would be no difference between rain droplets and atom bombs. Magnitude matters—and so does context, if we're not being wilfully blind and naïve about the issue.

It means adopting the burden of self-conscious vulnerability, and accepting the end of the unconscious paradise of childhood, where finitude and mortality are only dimly comprehended. It means willingly undertaking the sacrifices necessary to generate a productive and meaningful reality (it means acting to please God, in the ancient language).

We remember, so to speak. We remain eternally nostalgic for the innocence of childhood, the divine, unconscious Being of the animal, and the untouched cathedral-like old-growth forest. We find respite in such things.

I tucked him in with his stuffed-animal pet dog—cleverly named Dog-Dog, by the way.

La relación de una niña con su muñeca es de las más fuertes del universo. Una fuerza descomunal movida por una energía tremenda.

I've written poetry since I was in the first grade, and it wasn't until I was a little bit older that I realized poetry could be put to music and become a song.

Ele disse que eu era um tolo e não sabia o que era brincar. Eu respondi que tinha uma bicicleta e muito brinquedo. Ele riu e disse que tinha a rua e o cais.

Lo primero que aprende a hacer un niño mexicano al llegar a este mundo, es llorar para que se atienda a sus necesidades. Lo siguiente que aprende es a tocar el claxon del coche de su papá, con el mismo objeto. Y toca el claxon y toca más.

Aun cuando haya pasado nuestra infancia, no por eso nos niega sus mimos una tierna madre: nos faltan sus besos; nuestra frente, marchita demasiado pronto quizá, no descansa en su regazo; su voz no nos aduerme; pero nuestra alma recibe las caricias amorosas de la suya.

An aunt, who though not a midwife was expert in that kind of work, helped bring forth the child, cleaning his face with butter and, to save money, powdering his thighs with some flour scraped from a crust of bread in lieu of talcum. "So you see, my boy, you come from humble stock," his Aunt Eudore would say, acquainting him of these petty details, and from an early age Jean didn't dare hope for any kind of good fortune in the future.

Por las mañanas Mi pequeñuelo Me despertaba Con un gran beso. Puesto a horcajadas Sobre mi pecho, Bridas forjaba Con mis cabellos. Ebrio él de gozo, De gozo yo ebrio, Me espoleaba Mi caballero: ¡Qué suave espuela Sus dos pies frescos! ¡Cómo reía Mi jinetuelo! Y yo besaba Sus pies pequeños, ¡Dos pies que caben En solo un beso!

Ela sabia que naquele momento não havia criança mais ali. Todos eram grandes, grandes e tristes, ceando a mesma tristeza aos pedaços.

Depois tem mais. Tão cedo não vão cortar o seu pé de Laranja Lima. Quando o cortarem, você estará longe e nem sentirá. Agarrei-me soluçando as seus joelhos. - Não adianta, Papai. Não adianta... E, olhando o seu rosto que também se encontrava cheio de lágrimas, murmurei como um morto: - Já cortaram, Papa, faz mais de uma semana que cortaram o meu pé de Laranja Lima.

Büyükler birtak?m masallar anlat?yorlar ve çocuklar?n her anlatt?klar?na inand?klar?n? düÅŸünüyorlar.

El pajarito fue hecho por Dios para ayudar a las criaturas a descubrir las cosas. Después, cuando el niño ya no lo necesita más, devuelve el pajarito a Dios. Y Dios lo coloca en otro niño inteligente como tú. ¿No es lindo eso?

Ba??m? eÄŸdim ve Totoca'n?n dediÄŸi gibi, yaln?z zengin kiÅŸileri seven küçük Ä°sa'y? düÅŸündüm.