Quotes About Childhood

Ignorance is learned; innocence is forgotten.

Smythies, you recall, considered hallucination to be a normal part of every child's psychological life.

Shadow boxes become poetic theater or settings wherein are metamorphosed the elements of a childhood pastime. The fragile, shimmering globules become the shimmering but more enduring planets—a connotation of moon and tides—the association of water less subtle, as when driftwood pieces make up a proscenium to set off the dazzling white of sea foam and billowy cloud crystallized in a pipe of fancy.

A child can learn what is right as easy as what is wrong and whatever impressions are made on the mind when it is plastic will remain there.

Preferisco raccontare il seguito al presente, il che renderà l'avventura più anodina, le toglierà quell'aura di sacro che conferiscono i tempi passati, dall'imperfetto al passato remoto: il presente è il tempo senza sorprese, un tempo ingenuo, il tempo in cui si vivono le cose come arrivano, ancora nuove e vive, è il tempo dell'infanzia, quello che mi si addiceva.

Boljše volje kot že dolgo. Kupil rde?o žogo.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. "Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?" Don't you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?" Wasn't there any change?

So I swallowed all of the dark ages nonsense they fed me. Some time passed. I grew up a little, and I gradually began to figure out that pretty much everyone had been lying to me about pretty much everything since the moment I emerged from my mother's womb. This was an alarming revelation. It gave me trust issues later in life.

Land of the Lost, Thundarr the Barbarian, He-Man, Schoolhouse Rock!, G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle.

I watched every episode of The Greatest American Hero, Airwolf, The A-Team, Knight Rider, Misfits of Science, and The Muppet Show.

When the IOI corporate police came to arrest me, I was right in the middle of the movie Explorers (1985, directed by Joe Dante). It's about three kids who build a spaceship in their backyard and then fly off to meet aliens. Easily one of the greatest kid flicks ever made. I'd gotten into the habit of watching it at least once a month. It kept me centered.

The bottom of the egg was weighted, so it wobbled slightly before standing perfectly upright—like a Weeble. (Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down.)

Once we reached the edge of the Be-Free Forest, we entered Holden's Field—a large, flat, open field of rye, perched precariously on the edge of the Cliffs of Salinger, a place where I had completed several different book-report quests at several different grade levels. I had also played countless games of tag in this field, with other kids from around the world. Kids I had never met and would never meet in the real world, with usernames that they had probably changed long ago.

los cereales Cap'n Crunch.

Oh, and by the way Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there's no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny. Also bullshit. Sorry, kid. Deal with it.

I was watching a collection of vintage '80s cereal commercials when I paused to wonder why cereal manufacturers no longer included toy prizes inside every box. It was a tragedy, in my opinion. Another sign that civilization was going straight down the tubes.

L'infanzia smette ufficialmente quando si aggiunge il primo zero agli anni. Smette ma non succede niente, si sta dentro lo stesso corpo di marmocchio inceppato delle altre estati, rimescolato dentro e fermo fuori.

Me ne stavo rinchiuso nell'infanzia per balia asciutta avevo la stanzetta dove dormivo sotto i castelli di libri di mio padre. Salivano da terra sul soffitto, erano torri, cavalli e fanti di una scacchiera messa in verticale. Di notte entravano nei sogni le polveri di carta. Nell'infanzia ai piedi dei libri, gli occhi non conoscevano le lacrime.

Comme tous les autres je désirais un chien, impossible à obtenir dans notre peu d'espace. Je me pris d'affection pour une balle jaune aux mille couleurs passées et sa bonne odeur de caoutchouc. Quand j'étais seul dans la pièce, la balle, de joie, me sautait dessus et jouait à ne pas se laisser prendre. Tout à coup ma mère criait d'arrêter et la balle craintive allait finir sous le lit.

Me and Tom used to get along first-rate concerning everything. Me and him never had no difficulties like I was always having with my other children. They used to throw rocks at me and hit me over the head with sticks, but Tom never did. Tom was always a first-rate boy when I knowed him.

Though a child, I did not picture a monster—he was no creature all teeth, all vicious blue eyes behind mangled wire spectacles; his voice was not slow and reptilian, his hands not huge black claws. I knew the nature of evil; I knew its benign, easy face. He would be a man, simply.

I do not much care for childhood; it is a state of terrible vulnerability. It is therefore unnatural and incompatible with human life. Everyone will cut you, strike you, cheat you. Everyone will offer you suffering when goodness should reign. And because children can do nothing for themselves, they need good advocates, good parents. But a good parent is as rare as snow in summer.