Quotes About Childhood

Oh lovely snowball, packed with care, smack a head that's unaware! Then with freezing ice to spare, melt and soak through underwear! Fly straight and true, hit hard and square! This, oh snowball, is my prayer. I only throw consecrated snowballs.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

CALVIN, yelling: I don't wanna take a bath. I HATE taking baths. CALVIN, screaming: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa CALVIN, being aggressively carried upstairs by Mom: NO NO NO NO NO no NO no NO NO no no no NO NO NO NO no NO no CALVIN, now in the bathtub, grinning: They can make me do it, but they can't make me do it with dignity.

I cut out construction paper feathers and taped them on my arms so I can fly! Pretty neat, huh?

CALVIN: Look, Hobbes, I got a magic carpet. HOBBES: What's so magic about it? CALVIN: Magic carpets FLY! You can ride them. HOBBES: Isn't this the rug from the hallway? CALVIN: Up, Rug! Up! Up! CALVIN: Hey, Look! It works! Ok, rug, warp factor five. HOBBES: Is this legal? Do you have your registration and proof of insurance?

Hobbes: UGH! something under the bed is drooling. Calvin: Start tying the sheets. We'll go out the window.

Calvin sees the landline telephone ringing. He picks up the receiver. CALVIN: Hello THE VOICE OF THE CALLER: May I speak with your father, please? CALVIN: Heck, you don't need MY permisson! Be my guest! CALVIN, turning his back on the phone. He hangs up. Then he sneers: What a weirdo. THE LANDLINE TELPHONE: Ring, Ring

CALVIN: I don't WANNA take a bath! I don't WANNA take a bath! You can't make me! CALVIN (As mom carries him to the tub): Aghh! Leggo! Leggo!! No No No No No No No! Put me down! CALVIN (Now in the tub): I wish I was dead! I hate you all! I hate everything. AARRGGHHH! MOM (Dripping wet. Talking to her husband.): Whenever I hear about people trying to rediscover the child within, I want to scream.

My childhood ended around the time of my ninth birthday, shamed into sex, obedience and fear.

I was bullied for the best part of my childhood, and still it comes easy to me. I have to have to bite my lip, to quit from apologising for people walking into me, standing on my feet, and letting go of doors in my face.

THIS DREAM OF LIFE BEGAN with my first friends, my mum and my dad.

Wisdom leads us back to childhood. Except ye become as little children.

Pam described herself as the person in fifth grade who got left behind when her friends got popular.

If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran over my head.

This was what was wonderful, standing alone in the big, soft night rewriting the past to make myself miss what had never been. Now that it was over, I could turn the past into anything I wanted. I could revise the empty space inside me so that it had a better shape: the outline of a happy childhood.

?udno, ko zdaj podoživljam ?ustvene boje tistih ?asov, dobim vtis, da moja velika mladostniška kriza ni nastopila, kakor se praviloma dogaja, ko sem odraš?ala v dekle, ampak v otroških letih. Pri dvanajstih, trinajstih štirinajstih sem že imela neko svojo žalostno trdnost... Vse je bilo le ena izmed naštetih malih vlogic, ki sem jih morala odigrati, ?e sem hotela imeti mir... Niso nas vzgajali za doslednost, temve? za prilagodljivost.

La infancia y la vejez se parecen. En ambos casos, por motivos diferentes, somos más bien inermes, todavía no participamos —o ya no participamos— en la vida activa y eso nos permite vivir con una sensibilidad sin esquemas, abierta.

CHILDHOOD IS THE FOUNDATION STONE UPON which stands the whole life structure. The seed sown in childhood blossoms into the tree of life. The education which is imparted in childhood is more important than the education which is received in colleges and universities. In the process of human growth, proper guidance along with environmental learning is important.

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

To feel the tender skin of sensitive child-fingers thicken; to feel the sex organs develop and call loudly to the flesh; to become aware of school, exams (the very words as unlovely as the sound of chalk shrilling on the blackboard,) bread and butter, marriage, sex, compatibility, war, economics, death and self. What a pathetic blighting of the beauty and reality of childhood.

And while Constantin and I sat in one of those hushed plush auditoriums in the UN, next to a stern muscular Russian girl with no makeup who was a simultaneous interpreter like Constantin, I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

And this is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died, we moved inland. Whereon those nine first years of my life sealed themselves off like a ship in a bottle—beautiful, inaccessible, obsolete, a fine, white flying myth.

the whole sprawling paraphernalia of suburban childhood.