Quotes About Childhood

A gyermekkor egyik buktatója, hogy vannak dolgok, amelyeket nem értünk, csak érzünk. Mire az agyunk képessé válik ezek megértésére, a szívünkön ejtett sebek már túl mélyek.

Azok a szavak, amelyekkel gyermekkorunkban - gonoszságból vagy tudatlanságból - megmérgezik a szívünket, beleivódnak az emlékezetünkbe, és elÅ'bb vagy utóbb felemésztik a lelkünket.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo.

A gyerekkor egyik csapdája, hogy azt is érezzük, amit nem értünk, s mire értelmünk megemészti a történteket, addigra a szívünk már mély sebeket hordoz.

A gyermeki lelkesedés olyan ingatag, akár a h?tlen szeretÅ'.

Bile su to godine kad se odrastalo žurno, i kad bi djetinjstvo izmaklo, mnoga su djeca ve? imala pogled starca.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time that the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

Odrastao sam me?u knjigama, okružen nevidljivim prijateljima koje sam nalazio na stranicama što su se me?u mojim prstima mrvile u prah; taj miris starih knjiga još danas osje?am na rukama.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.' I

As a child she'd remember everything. Everything. Then children grow up, and you no longer know what they think or what they feel. And that's how it should be, I suppose.

root of my literary ambitions, apart from the marvelous simplicity with which one sees things at the age of five, lay in a prodigious piece of craftsmanship and precision that was exhibited in a fountain-pen shop on Calle Anselmo Clavé

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo. Para cuando la razón es capaz de entender lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiado profundas. Aquella

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

That afternoon he invited me to his house for an after-school snack and showed me his collection of strange gadgets made from bits of scrap metal, which he kept in his room.

Me gusta pensar que la vida nos arrebata a los amigos de la infancia porque sí, pero no siempre me lo creo.

Going over all this in my mind, it occurred to me that perhaps the papier-mâché world that I accepted as real was only a stage setting. Much like the arrival of Spanish trains, in those stolen years you never knew when the end of childhood was due.

Uma das armadilhas da infância é que não é preciso compreender para sentir.Na altura em que a razão é capaz de compreender o sucedido,as feridas no coração já são demasiado profundas.

Una delle tante insidie dell'infanzia è che non è necessario capire per soffrire. Ma quando arriva l'età della ragione, le ferite non possono essere sanate.

As a child she'd remember everything. Everything. Then children grow up, and you no longer know what they think or what they feel. And that's how it should be, I suppose.

The apartment was directly above the bookshop, a legacy from my grandfather that specialized in rare collectors' editions and secondhand books—an enchanted bazaar, which my father hoped would one day be mine. I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it.

The night belonged to gaslight, to the shadows of narrow side streets shattered by the flash of gunshots and the blue trace of burned gunpowder. Those were years when one grew up fast, and with childhood slipping out of their hands, many children already had the look of old men.

Uma das armadilhas da infância é que não é preciso se entender uma coisa para sentir. Quando a razão é capaz de entender o ocorrido, as feridas no coração já são profundas demais.